Reflections

February 10, 2011
By Nettle Bia SILVER, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
Nettle Bia SILVER, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
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I see a face in the glass
It has traces of lies and sorrow
It stares at me with a pained face,
I can’t help but cry
As the tears spill from my eyes,
I see the face’s tears fall too
It starts to rain and the face is gone
But I have to face the devastatingly
painful truth that I am still here


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