JY ( / )


I look in the mirror, what can i see?
A lonely girl that i think might be me,
She shrugs when i do, stares in opposite direction,
I put my hands up, try to reach her, but make no connections,
Is this really me, how can it be?
I see myself all happy and cheerful, but deep down inside I'm actually tearful.

I blink, i blink again, saying this is not true,
How can i be lonely, stricken and blue?
I stand up and turn away from my reflection,
I mourn over non-existant affection.

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This is really good. Loretta