7/28/2010
I am standing, looking at myself
a reflection
a photo
this is who I am,
or is it?
I will never see my face,
unless it is my reflection
everyone around me can do something
I cannot
look at me, with no help
I look again, at a photo, at my
reflection.
This is who I am
to me
What am I to the world?
These are amazing! Insightful, profound, whimsical, and best of all beautifully said. I can't believe I KNOW a real poet talent!
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