Yes, and I had pimples so badly it used to make me so shy. I used not to look at myself. I'd hide my face in the dark, I wouldn't want to look in the mirror and my father teased me and I just hated it and I cried everyday.
quote by Michael Jackson
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If Not For the Dark
If not for the dark
I wouldn’t be here
For not for the part
Of my heart you
Broke
I wouldn’t be able
To write
Like an angel
Master of my craft
Always improving
With out you
There’d be no dark
No art to hide there
No soul willing to find
It
No one to dispair
Without you mother
I would not be what I am
Who I was and what you
Claimed for me to be
If not for the dark
I wouldn’t be
A god given gift
If not for the dark,
I wouldn’t cry when it rained,
And I wouldn’t think of
That damned flood...
So many years ago,
If not for the dark...
I could not be vain,
I could not be at once
Maculine Eros
And Fememine Aphrodite
I could not see why
Pride will be my downfall
If not for the dark
I would be bitter to the world
Becuase of your rotting
Cervix I came forth
If not for the dark
poem by Alyce Crowley
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The same old me
Everyday I wake to the same place
I look in the mirror and see the same face
I do the same routine as I do any other day
Nothing has changed I can easily say
I'm so sick of seeing the same old me everyday
Seeing the same as I did yesterday
I wake to the mirror to see the same person looking back
I wish to be different instead of having to act
I'm stuck in a world in which I have created
In a place where I have made myself feel hated
I've convinced myself that I no longer care
I've started to hate i've started to swear
This is not about me
Cause I love the way I are
But for anyone who doesn't like themselves
You look fine, just like a star
poem by Lisa French
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Someone Inside Me
I looked to the mirror,
It still me, only me,
Not young, not old,
Just always be me..
I touch that scar,
Look worse than before,
Make me shame,
Want to die,
I can make it hide,
But it out when the memories come,
That misery, that cried,
Out of my eyes, come to tears,
But it come,
'She' who make me strong,
Make my step go on,
Not to hide again that wound,
But erase it from my soul,
I looked at the mirror,
But still me, look so tired,
Full sadness, no smile,
Nothing but hate,
But deep inside,
Someone scream,
It tell me that 'she' is the truly me,
Told me 'bout the truth and beauty,
I try to get out,
thinking it's just a dream,
Finished in just one night,
So I crush that mirror,
Hit it until bleed,
I realize, I won't live in that way,
I'm a beautiful woman,
Not just staring at the mirror,
But also someone who loved myself...
poem by Kaede Rirunaru
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Mirror To Mirror
Written by gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I havent seen forever
Dont even know her name
I call on dreams and other schemes
To try and win that game
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
And though we tried in earnest
The distant silence yells
We call on wings and other things
To try and break that spell
Now that its over, darling
Truth in the common cause
We stare at our own indifference
By seeing the others flaws
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
As we look inside, theres nowhere to turn
Theres nowhere to hide
Now that its over, darling
Look into my eyes
Seein your own reflection
Much to your surprise
Were seein mirror to mirror
Face to face
We look but we cannot see
Mirror to mirror
Seems to trace
What happened to you and me
Oh, mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
Mirror to mirror, mirror to mirror
Mirror to mirror, whats come over me
song performed by by America
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Alone Again (Naturally)
It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been
In a little while from now
If i'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top i will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
What its like when your love shatters
Standing in the lurch in a church
Where people saying: "my god, that's tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We might as well go home
As i did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and oh so gay
Looking forward to well wouldn't do
The role i was about to play
But as if to knock me down
My reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Put me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
All about god and his mercy
Or if he really does exist
Why did he desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? do we even care?
It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else has occurred
I remember i cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, god rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Al
song performed by by 58
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The Guy In The Dark
The guy In The Dark
Has a Dark face without a name
And a Dark smile to hide the pain
The guy In the Dark
Doesn't know how much longer he can keep trying
Everyday he's slowly dying
The guy in the Dark
Sits all alone
But wants a place to truly call home
The guy in the Dark
Wants nothing more than to be free
….I know this because
……..that guy is me
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Alone Again
It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been
In a little while from now
If i'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top i will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
What its like when your love shatters
Standing in the lurch in a church
Where people saying: "my god, that's tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We might as well go home
As i did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and oh so gay
Looking forward to well wouldn't do
The role i was about to play
But as if to knock me down
My reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Put me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
All about god and his mercy
Or if he really does exist
Why did he desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? do we even care?
It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else has occurred
I remember i cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, god rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
It's who we are
It's where we're going
And it's where we've been
song performed by by 58
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How much we would love to say....
How much we would like to say.
How little we say in reality.
How often we are afraid
And hide our souls in vanity.
How seldom we speak with each other
Because we are always in a hurry.
We make just a short breather
Thinking of our own worries.
How little we give the warmth
To those who badly need it,
Thinking of our own life storms
Write a short chit and forget it.
Wouldn’t it be better
To look at each others faces,
To ask questions that matter
And not to live as on the races.
Wouldn’t it be better for all
To see each others souls,
To break the indifferent wall
And make it the main goal.
Wouldn’t it be better if we start to speak
And tell the things we wanted to tell,
But we are still so tired and weak
And hide our souls in our own shells.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Alone Again
Words and music by raymond o'sullivan
In a little while from now
If i'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to whoever
What it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "my god, that's tough"
"she stood him up"
"no point in us remaining"
"we may as well go home"
As i did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to, who wouldn't do?
The role i was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about god in his mercy
Who, if he really does exist,
Why did he desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? what do we do?
(instrumental interlude)
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember i cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, god rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Define A Father
what did i do so wrong, to make you hate me for this long? your supposed to be my father, your supposed to care, but then again what father breaks promises made to his child, what kind of father is never there. I tried so hard to please you. I gave you the best i could to make you love me but you never would. I thought it was because of her that you never wanted me around, i did all i could to make you see how much she hated me. Then she was gone and i thought the problem would be fixed but the truth was so plain to see, it wasnt only her who hated me. you'd always ignore me, that would hurt so bad, then you'd yell at me and tell me ' you didn't want to see my god-damn face' and that would make me so mad, your supposed to love me, damnit grow up and be a real dad. Define a father to me and all that comes to mind is a loveing, secure man who knows that his children love him and even more, he knows he loves his children. Define a father and sometimes i still try to see you but in reality your only love is electronic and doesn't really give a damn that you love it. Define a father and there's no way to describe the love and devotion, the smiles and cheers, he helps you succeed and wipes away your tears. A father to me is devoted, loving, determined, and is willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family. Define a father and i dont see you.
Devotion to his family and all the things he can do. CAn you look at your father and know that he loves you?
poem by cynthia Routen
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Song For Dad
Lately Ive been noticing
I say the same things he used to say
And I even find myself acting the very same way
I tap my fingers on the table
To the rhythm in my soul
And I jingle the car keys
When Im ready to go
When I look in the mirror
Hes right there in my eyes
Starin back at me and I realize
The older I get
The more I can see
How much he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see
A little more of my father in me
There were times I thought he was bein
Just a little bit hard on me
But now I understand he was makin me
Become the man he knew that I could be
In everything he ever did
He always did with love
And Im proud today to say Im his son
When somebody says I hope I get to meet your dad
I just smile and say you already have
The older I get
The more I can see
How much he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see
A little more of my father in me
Hes in my eyes
My heart, my soul
My hands, my pride
And when I feel alone
And I think I cant go on
I hear him sayin son youll be alright
Everythings gonna be alright
Yes it is
The older I get
The more I can see
That he loved my mother and my brother and me
And he did the best that he could
And I only hope when I have my own family
That everyday I see
Oh I hope I see
I hope everyday I see
A little more of my father in me
A little more of my father in me
I hope everyday I see in me
In me
In me
I hope everyday I see
A little more of my father in me
song performed by by Keith Urban
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In The Dark Mirror
IN THE DARK MIRROR
in the dark mirror
where no light can reach
I see her still face
radiant with a smile
her passion frozen
in the dark mirror
- Mirrors,2008 -
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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Looking Glass Reflections
When I was a child
the glass on the wall
was a mirror of me.
I put on faces and hats
and spent hours imagining
When I was thirteen
I hated the mirror,
for it showed me
the spots on my face
I spent hours attempting to cover.
When I was twenty
I would look in the mirror
and create each new face
that appeared on the stage
for the evening performance.
When I was a mother
I sat with my daughter
and showed her
the 'girl in the mirror'
and told them both stories.
When my children were grown
I met an old lover, who said
I was sexy and stood me
naked in front of the mirror
and forced me to look.
Now that I'm sixty, the image
I see depends on the mirror.
I like the one in the bedroom
because it faces the window
and the light is flattering -
especially if I take off my glasses.
poem by Alison Cassidy
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I'm closer to being happy. I'm doing things that make me happy. In football I loved to practice and I loved to play, but I hated to be in meetings, hated to talk to the media, hated to have cameras in my face, hated to sign autographs. I hated to do all those things.
quote by Ricky Williams
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God Is...My Audience
God is...my audience!
If my Father is pleased...
No applause do I need,
He has a way to make that known!
I am shown.
And this alone excites me.
I do not seek any other approval.
Or standing ovations.
With looks of adulation sought.
To appease an ego I need to feed.
My mind is satisfied,
When 'something' inside...
Let's me know,
My Father is right there...
By my side.
And 'if' my Father should get upset...
He does not stop loving me.
Or burden me with regrets.
And teased I am not,
By what is outside of me!
My identity I do not hide.
There is a pride God helps me grow!
If God accepts...
I can endure the dejection that may stun some.
And any rejection directed towards me,
I will take and overcome.
God is...my audience!
And I am very thankful,
He has allowed my performance!
For what it is that is done in His honor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Crack In The Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.
Forget that school reunion picture.
I’m not the fella standing there.
Who could all those others be?
Where is Joe and Fred, with their hair?
Could that be Bill and Paul?
So many I never saw.
Could it be we were classmates once?
I feel like such a dunce.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Why can’t you hide the years?
A crack now in your face appears.
My memory is cracking too I fear.
June 15,2006
poem by Ben Gieske
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The Metaphor Of The Mirror And The Light
there is this face
in the mirror and it is talking to the body
to remind its skin
that it is real,
lights are turned off
and the face only hears a voice
from its mouth
it is assured still that it is a face
of someone it knew
so well
and will not deny it
the voice faded in darkness
and the face
hears nothing
and sees nothing about
its skin
and eyes
it is dark
and there is no voice anymore
except the
silence
and the loneliness that is about
to make a scream
to the mirror
that had long shut itself
because there is no light
the face demands a voice
the mirror begs for light
for the voice is a security
that life exists
and the light is the only
anchor of the mirror
when it becomes a boat
in the sea
of emptiness
but there is no light
and there is no voice
the mirror breaks the silence
the face becomes the wind
there is no boat
much less an anchor
there is only a word written
on paper
left on the floor
and it is spoken for no
one....
poem by Sebastian Soberania
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The Magic Mirror
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest fair of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the smartest head of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s that girl standing tall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who's to hold me when I fall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Why are you not answering my call?
Oh mirror...
The lines and the scars you do not hide;
My scattered thoughts you would not guide.
Me myself and I; the gap so wide.
Oh mirror; you make me look inside!
You show me a girl against the tide,
By the rules she would not abide.
Within your frame, a caged spirit am I?
By your name, what voice have I?
Oh mirror … can you hear me?
My mirror is deceiving me!
I will show you my smile... will you let me?
A star in my eyes... will you get me?
I will show you a happy face... please let me!
A shelter from myself... please get me!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Do not show me her face;
I have killed her and left no trace.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
She shall never stutter;
With a new voice, words she will utter.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Her fear you shall never show;
Fearless she is to know.
Mirror... mirror on the wall,
Do not point at her scars;
It hurts... not her scars.
Oh mirror...
There is no Santa but tell her not;
Dreams are dreams but wake her not.
She will give in... tell her not to.
She will give up... tell her not to.
Cruel mirror...
Why show me a figure so broken?
Why tell me words unspoken?
My mirror...
Every time I look at you
I miss a line in her face.
Every time I come to you
A part of her I erase.
Every time I need you
I abandon her grace.
So my mirror..
Where is the little fat girl that you used to show me?
Where are the frightened eyes that used to look at me?
Is she still hiding her smile with her hand?
Is she still looking for a magic wand?
You loved her not;
You loved me a lot!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
What have I done?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Where has she gone?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Which way do I run?
Yes mirror...
How I wish I could give you my back
and never look at you again.
How I wish I could leave you on a rack
and never fall for your tricks again.
Oh mirror... Why can’t you lie?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the fairest fair of all?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the smartest head of all?
Why don’t you let me stand proud and tall?
Will you at least be there when I fall?
Oh … Mirror … mirror on the wall …
Why are you not answering my call?
poem by Marwa Rakha
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On And On
I'm happy again to be stuck here again
And you're so happy again to be stuck here again
Now we can rap about "the good old days"
Laugh at dumb jokes that you make
It's great to be here and
I'm just elated to be someone you once hated
And its all so complicated
Maybe this time you can come outside your little world
Make out with another girl
If it were up to me
I'd like to buy you flowers everyday
Make everyday a holiday
Carry on and on and on about you and the things you do
The things you do
Im so sorry again you say you're leaving me again
Cause you're not happy again
And I'm left stuck here again
Now you can scream about the little things
Slap me twice across the face
Man it would be great if I could
{Chorus (in Spanish)}
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Me in the Dark! ! ! ! ! ! !
This Girl In The Dark
Has a beautiful face without a name
And a beautiful smile to hide the pain
This Girl In the Dark
Has cuts up her arm
Loves nothing more then self harm
This Girl in the dark
Doesn’t know how much longer she can keep trying
Everyday she’s slowly dying
This Girl in the Dark
Sits all alone
Wants a place to truly call home
This Girl in the dark
Wants nothing more then to be free
I know this because this Girl is me
poem by Veronica Hall
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