I look at the mirror, shocked by what I see.
I know that girl just couldn’t be me.
And if it is, then who was I?
I get so confused; I start to cry.
So who was that sweet little girl?
Waiting for her real life to unfurl.
Was that really me? Who am I now?
I want to find out, but I don’t know how.
I sit on the floor, reflecting my reflection,
I can’t believe this. I scream in defection.
I see what I am; who I was is not there.
For I cannot find innocence left anywhere….
| this was very good. i can relate to what you are saying in this. to look back to when life as a child seemed so simple so easy that i couldnt wait to grow up. great job keep it up i hope to see more from you||| Posted on 2005-05-17 00:00:00 | by sweet_rayne | [ Reply to This ] || Very good. You write very good and you should keep it up. You're vey talented and you can see your talent in your poetry. Well, see ya later mastrabater. Bye wicked witch or as you say [censored].||| Posted on 2005-02-07 00:00:00 | by sarahthegreat | [ Reply to This ] || this is really good...I really enjoyed the rhyme scheme but the architecture threw me off a little...it seemed crammed together...but to each their own style. you're really talented, good job.||| Posted on 2005-02-03 00:00:00 | by pyrestarter | [ Reply to This ] || all i can say is it reminds me of how i feel sometimes cause its like ya what happen to all the innocence in us like where the hell did it go?|
i think this poem was really good and i hope to read some more of your writing
keep it up
|| Posted on 2005-02-03 00:00:00 | by setsuna | [ Reply to This ] || i think this poem reflects the want to be childlike again in all of us. I too think back to the time when I thought the world was simple and pure. Sometimes I long for that feeling agian. I know you were looking for knitpicking... but i just don't want to knitpick this one. it was good||| Posted on 2005-02-03 00:00:00 | by thor_s avatar | [ Reply to This ] |