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As I sit in front of my mirror

To watch my face in blue

The sadness in my eyes

Tortures with painful truth  



Pain and sorrow strike along  

All over my gloomy whole

However can I take myself

Into memories to console?



Please let me find fond memories

In daydreams of today,

Shoulder of the weeping me

Guides me along my way  



Please don't take me ever

Back to yesterday

To torments of acid images

Racked of inner fray



Don't you know my fears?

To face the anguish in me

It hides behind a threshold

I still can't set her free



I can't cherish my youth

The innocence of childhood

Because it was abused

No memories found to soothe  



So please hear my plea,

Printed with bitter tears

Shed because of yesterday.