I’m peering into my mirror
Taking note of all I see,
There’s a girl’s reflection
Staring back at me.
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She looks so scared and lonely
Terribly unhappy for sure,
My heart breaks just looking at her
I don’t want to see anymore.
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She’s desperately trying to tell me
Things I do not want to hear,
I’ve allowed her to hurt me before
I don’t want her anywhere near.
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I know what she wants to say
But I’ve no interest in her words,
My days of listening are over
She’s got what she deserves.
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Still she reaches out once more
Then realises she is my past,
All her pain and sorrow
Safely locked inside that glass.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.



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