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I stand here in front of a looking glass

Into the eyes of my mere reflection

I searched for a sign and at last

I see my future during my close inspection

I will never return to my younger days

My reflection in the mirror stared as I held my gaze



In ten years I will be twenty-seven

By then I would be walking down an aisle

All dressed in white like an angel from heaven

And in my eyes I see him with a nervous smile

Ten years from now I hope that's where I'll be

But who knows what the future holds for me



Maybe I'll be alone struggling to make ends meet

Strong but weak, brave but living in fear

And maybe I'll be forced out into the street

Dying slowly inside as my hope disappear

I walk on, my feet being sore

And living everyday as if it was war



I'm back again to just me and a mirror

I stare into my eyes, empty but full of questions

I stand here and wait for my future to be clearer

I wonder if I can get answers from reflections

What's going to happen? I don't know

What will I do? I'll just have to grow



~5/17/08