Mirror


I am a mirror that hangs on his wall, hovering over his decrepit room.
I hear country music playing on the radio, hoping he will turn it down soon.
I see his tainted face Illuminating in front of me, a lonely guy indeed.
I taste the smoke accumulating in the air, he doesn't have the strength to concede.
I feel his cold hands sliding across me, but he has a heart so warm.
He wants to fit in and be like everyone else, so he follows the norm.
He is a guy who seems daunted by fear is what I perceive.
But he doesn't get the love and affection he should receive.
I act like the kids at his school, pestering him, bringing him down.
And yet he walks away with a smile; not with a dropping face or even a frown.
He has been different lately, it's hard to explain.
He has assets and morals I thought he could never gain.
His life was full of misery and pain, but he became optimistic about his future.
I see his reflection every day and now it's an aesthetic picture.
He has a character no man can shake, and has a personality no man can fake.

I am a mirror that hangs on his wall, lingering over his rebuilt room.
I hear country music playing on the radio, hoping he will turn it up soon.
I see his pure face glooming in front of me, a vibrant guy indeed.
I taste the clean air I've been dreading for, he did have the strength to concede.
I feel his warm hands bearing on me, told you he had a heart so warm.
He wanted to fit in and be like everyone else, so he followed the norm.
Now he has assets and morals that I thought he would never gain.
His life is full of hope and Serenity, no more misery or pain.

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