ReflectionA Poem by The High PoetA poem writing during my addicted daysReflection Who am I and who are you Someone tell me what to do Should I be the one you see Or should I be a reflection of me I've lost myself, I did not care Hidden behind my glossy stair Never knowing which way to turn My fragile world starts to burn Crumbles, breaks and falls apart I need to know where to start Where to go from where I am Become the Wolf and not the Lamb Become the man I was meant to be No longer a pale reflection of me © 2009 The High PoetAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 9, 2009 Last Updated on March 10, 2009 AuthorThe High PoetGuelph, Guelph, CanadaAboutOnce I ran and hid my face Scared to face my disgrace Always running no way out Now I stand and shout THESE ARE MY RHYMES! When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..Writing
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