Stuck In My Past Poem by Johnny Eardley

As i wander through this land,
I have no one to hold my hand,
When times are bad no one to phone,
No one cares, I am alone,
I struggle through my stress and strains,
Burdened immensely by lifes pains,
And as my shoulders bare the weight,
The mirror reflects the man I hate,
A real contempt for him revealed,
Something that just cant be concealed,
An explosion of hate, filled with regret,
That this man in the mirror wont let me forget.