I stand before myself in anger.
I ask myself in the mirror
why is this happening?
looking back only an answer that is left like the wind
tears follow
all the knowledge in the world but still...
no answer
dressing for work as if I'd make my coffee well I'd be guilty. I could of spent all day looking at myself in the mirror and still...silence.
on the way to work if stepped in dog crap. smelling like I'd did a number on my pants, I run to the ladies bathroom.
no running water.
caulking , talking about the smell of my shoes as the day had ended. have a been befriend?
all because of my shoes?t
heading home.. I was asked to use the garden hose as the smell overtook the doors entrance.
respect, not when you smell.
after the removal of this property that has been extinguished I felt magnetized to
that piece of reflection that created
my direction for the day. I put my hands on my hips.talking to a unresponsive reflection. It hit me, my direction, it depends on what and how I see myself to be.
I feel like I don't matter, the path for my day will be tattered.
from that day forward I resembled my inner feelings as my day will matter. holding my head up and giving my spirit a chance. my stance .
my smile, my ambition was right there all the time.
just like yours. and yours. I thought about putting many mirrors around but then I thought, I only need one, .
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