by WhiteWings

Created on: October 28, 2008

My friend the mirror. Hi Buddy.

Shards, nothing but plenty.

Face staring at me, blurred eyed and taunt.

Yep. That's my buddy... Me, so what?

I am stuck in a time, stuck in this life

Waiting for my time to die.

I did right only to do it wrong.

I walked straight, then crawled along...

Grew up with riches now i am shorn

Not a pot to piss in... oops all gone.

Tapping on you Mirror... see me here?

Hello... I need someone to see me disappear.

How else will Earth know I was here?

Not that it would care.

Pen ran out of ink which is good

I ran out of paper and out of food...

Brainy, I am not. Just expressive lot.

Mirror! Your peeking!

Reading what I've got.

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