Someone that I've learned to live with.
I don't notice it unless I have to acknowledge it. The mirror can be an abusive ob<x>ject and cruel torture device without reason, do yourself a favor and ignore it.
I see someone gazing into the mirror. I only wish I knew what they were looking for.
A canvas that has been splattered with paint over time but if you turn it just right it's rather catching. I think a few more splatters will make it a work of art.
It needs cleaning
That brief flourish<br />
Of wonder<br />
That happens behind<br />
Our dam of tears,<br />
As we're gazing in the mirror<br />
At all the passing years.<br />
Looking back at ourselves,<br />
Fallen stars of regret<br />
Reflect in our eyes.<br />
We sometimes wonder<br />
Who we are...<br />
A combination of sunlight<br />
And wisdom,<br />
Our dreams are never too far.<br />
Mirrors always<br />
How much time<br />
The fruit has been<br />
Clinging to the vine...<br />
Makes you pull nearer<br />
To find<br />
You are your friend<br />
And you are the mirror.<br />
So the issue is<br />
Not so much to<br />
See what is there,<br />
But try to be kind<br />
And be fair...<br />
Mirrors are friends<br />
When friends <br />
Are not there.<br />
Someone that works with 30 over excited kids for 8 hours of the day
I see someone who I don't want to be anymore. I see someone who needs to figure out how to be happy for herself, even if it means having to hurt someone else.
I see a very unhappy woman....One that wishes her husband had a job.....her own home.....and could be the woman that her girls...and Grand children could look up to
Someone spying on me... again.......
Sorry but I'm not into mirrors
Help! Where's my reflection gone?
The shattered fortress that once bound me!
Every time that I look in the mirror <br />
All these lines on my face getting clearer <br />
The past is gone <br />
It went by, like dusk to dawn <br />
Isn't that the way <br />
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay
Someone, totally messed up
When I look in a mirror, I can only see an alter self as shallow as the reflection that it is, for depth in a mirror is only an illusion, while a real self is every bit as deep as any philosopher's creed.
a middle age loser soon meeting death
The "prettiness" is hiding again today.
At first i see all the dark secrets, past mistakes, downfalls and flaws. The dirty parts that need cleaning. But if i take another look, a closer look, i can see my golden soul, the true me, glistening through the black spots. Yes, I see my flaws, but they just show me where i need to improve. And i see my golden spots reminding me that nothing is ever completely ruined and stained and that i can rub off the black spots and find gold underneath it all.