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In the looking glass
write a poem about looking into a mirror - what do you see? who do you see? how do you feel about your reflection? about yourself?
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AdamAljeja

Mom

You never tired of telling others

all the ways I’d let you down,

from childhood years to teenage troubles,

so much blame to throw around.

You asked yourself out loud why I was good at school and bad at home,

but never stopped to ruminate

on how you treated me alone.

I was your biggest disappointment,

no matter how hard I would try,

so after learning it was futile

I simply gave up asking why.

And as I grew cold, you grew colder,

as I retreated, so did you,

and as we bitterly grew older,

the rift between us, it grew too.

Now that I am grown and healing,

I can look back through the years,

it wasn’t me that you were hating,

I was your legacy, your mirror.

#mirror @Jade04 #mom #catharsis

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