I see someone split: one side of beauty, <br /> longing, <br /> hope, <br /> and kindness. <br />The other side I see the anger, <br /> hopelessness, <br /> regrets, <br /> and pain. <br />That other side is hidden under part of her hair, <br /> Making this person scared with memories, <br /> tears, <br /> hatred, <br /> and jealousy. <br /> <br />That other side can't face the world, <br /> Showing them what she looks like, <br /> The pain runs too deep, <br /> disfigured, <br /> contorted, <br /> and afraid. <br />That other side can't let go, <br /> Feeling the image as someone else, <br /> 'That person is not me! ' <br /> The mirror is lying, <br /> changing, <br /> crying, <br /> and sad. <br /> <br />Both sides are split: Reality.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-32/
