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October 22, 2009
By DepressedPoet GOLD, San Jose, California
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DepressedPoet GOLD, San Jose, California
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"Wow, That was awkward"

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Alone I stand
In front of a shattered mirror
Broken glass at my feet
My soul as broken as the glass
My soul has pieces missing
Do I care?
Not really.
Will I fix what’s left?
Can anyone help me?
Would I accept them?
Answer: no

© Matt S., Taylorville, I

The author's comments:
This piece was more of a catharsis than anything else. When I write poetry like this what goes into it is a healthy dose of my feelings and an image that seems to embody those feelings. Right here I was inspired by a rather painful episode of self doubt and a bit of dislike.
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