Walking Past My Mirror

Walking past my mirror watching my life past by
And all i have to say is why
Sometimes i want to laugh, most of the time i want to cry
I see you looking in my mirror and it makes me want to die
You think the mirror lies but, i know it doesnt
You thought that it was supposed to happen but i know it wasnt
In my mirror theres nothing but the present
But i dont like the present because it is not very pleasent
Its all going to fast and i want it to go slow
And all those bad things i just want them to go

poem by Shateeka Williams
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