Reflecting back I see not only me, but visions of you.
Some pictures transform into an ugly view.
The mirror shows an image I don't like to see.
Sometimes it is you looking back at me.
I hate my face for who it resembles.
The disgust inside makes me shiver and tremble.
It hurts knowing that wherever I go you'll always be around.
A glance at my reflection is where you'll be found.
8/12/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem