About, losing yourself.
I look in the mirror and scream at the sight of
a stranger.
" who are you" I want to ask,
but can't believe at a second glance,
I see myself.
I can only stare back at the me ,
I dont remember.
The me I was early last september.
Her eyes no longer filled with smiles,
Her hair no longer contained the sun.
She was nothing but a stranger,
who didn't know what shed begun
and I know now ,
I dont miss the old me.
I miss knowing who I am now.
Poetry by Jordan Nicole
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Written on 2005-08-20 at 20:49
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Stranger
I look in the mirror and scream at the sight of
a stranger.
" who are you" I want to ask,
but can't believe at a second glance,
I see myself.
I can only stare back at the me ,
I dont remember.
The me I was early last september.
Her eyes no longer filled with smiles,
Her hair no longer contained the sun.
She was nothing but a stranger,
who didn't know what shed begun
and I know now ,
I dont miss the old me.
I miss knowing who I am now.
Poetry by Jordan Nicole
Read 957 times
Written on 2005-08-20 at 20:49
Tags Anxiety
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