By Bryan Wegman.
Mirrors
Reflections
Scares me today
This face is not mine
This body does not represent me
I am lost
A different person, in a different body
Who is this man that stares?
Is this what I am?
Lonely, wrinkled and pale blue eyes
No fears, No ambitions
A zombie
Mixed thoughts cloud my head
Thoughts descend to darkness
I am scared for myself
Who is this man I have become?
I no longer know myself
Love conquered again
To stab a sword through my heart
I shouldn’t take chances
I just end up hurt
I will never know real love
Many chances thrown away
I will forever be misunderstood
To break my cover is to show my insanity
But to hide makes me a fool
Misery is my destiny
An eternity of infatuation
False romances
Love?
No more than a fantasy
I try to surrender
But I’m a sucker for temptation
For now I will close myself off
In complete isolation
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