I look in the mirror,

And what do I see?

I see forlorn eyes,

Staring back at me.

My eyes.

I look in the mirror,

And what do I see?

I see a tearstained face,

Peering back at me.

My face.

I look in the mirror,

And what do I see?

I see a gloomy, empty room,

Silently mocking me.

My heart.

I look one more time,

And, lo and behold.

There’s an empty eyed girl,

With a broken heart that is cold.

So what do I see?

My reflection.

My image.

It’s me.

I apologize for all the pain I’ve caused,

With my hopeless stupidity.

I want you to know I appreciate,

All you’ve done for me.

I’m sorry.

I apologize for the tears you’ve cried,

Over my wretched idiocy.

I’m trying hard to do better,

Because I want you proud of me.

Forgive me.

I apologize for all the doubts you have,

About how I may have totally lost sight.

You might not think I see it now,

But you’re the most important person in my life.

I need you.

There’s only so much that words can express,

So I pray it’s the thought that counts.

Because time will bring forth all of the rest;

And I beg that you accept ever ounce,

Of this sincere, heartfelt apology.

You say you’ve read the news,

But have you really heard?

Or do you blindly follow,

Like weak sheep in a herd?

 Have you heard about the children?

Have you heard about the death?

Have you heard about the women?

Have you heard about the rest?

Have you heard about the bombing?

About the needless loss of lives?

Have you heard all the deception,

And the endless, endless lies?

Have you heard about Palestine?

Have you heard about Iraq?

So many war-torn countries,

I believe we have lost track.

Do you care about these people?

Do you care about the pain?

Wake up and hear the screaming,

This is really not a game.

With these monsters of no discretion,

It’s as real as real can be.

With the way they do as they please,

Could be next is you and me.

Or hadn’t you heard?

I try so hard to make him proud,

Somehow I always fail.

I do and do and do and do,

But nothing’s ever well.

I fret and struggle,

I hold my tongue.

But he doesn’t care,

Like he did when I was young.

It hurts my heart, it wounds my soul,

But I never say word.

Just carry on and hide it deep,

Where it will never be heard.

Sometimes I cry,

With silent tears.

In my quiet, dark room,

Where no one ever hears.

I’ll be the best that I can be,

And do the best I do.

I’m really rather proud of me,

But I wonder why aren’t you?

“Live without pretending”

And never let it be said.

That you aren’t real,

But be yourself instead.

“Love without depending”

And never let it be told.

That you’re too clingy,

But when it’s time, you can patiently let go.

“Listen without defending”

That one’s really hard.

Because when someone names you a liar,

You want to take your part.

“And speak without offending”

And never let it be heard.

That you’re vulgar and rude,

And for you polite isn’t even a word.

This saying is wonderful,

And incredibly wrote.

And it just happens to be,

My very favorite quote. ♥

You asked for a poem,

Special for you.

So on such short notice,

This one will do.

What can I say for description?

What can I write that defines?

That tells all about this person,

That is such a good friend of mine?

You worry and worry and worry,

About what people will think.

It makes your uniqueness blurry,

Until it’s completely indistinct.

Sometimes you’re annoying, you know,

But I’ve gotten used to it.

However I suggest you go,

And try relaxing a bit.

But I like you for you,

And don’t think it matters.

If you’re not totally perfect,

Or flashy and full of glamour.

You asked for a poem,

Special for you.

Now don’t try to say,

I don’t love you, too.

I miss the way you speak to me,

The way you make me feel.

It’s really so surreal, you see,

Like is it really real?

I miss the way you look at me,

With wonder in your eyes.

Like I am such a mystery,

A wonderful surprise.

I miss the way you listen to me,

With your heart, your ears, your soul.

And you never make me wonder if,

You’ve heard the things I’ve told.

I wish that I was close to you,

I wish you weren’t so far.

But that’s as worthless and untrue,

As wishing on a star.

I know how much I miss you so,

But it’s really hard to see.

If the feeling’s mutual,

If you, somehow, miss me.

A dearer friend I’ve never had,

You’ve always been there by my side.

Through the good and through the bad,

The ups and downs of my life.

I love you.

And now that I have been away,

I long to hear your voice.

I miss you greater everyday,

Next time I see you, I’ll rejoice.

I miss you.

Remember all the bad and good,

That time you burnt me with the oven.

The times we called whenever we could,

Best friends who’ve never stopped loving.

I remember it all.

I write this letter to you, darling,

To let you know you’re my beloved.

I’ll send it to you by carrier starling,

From my heart, with love.

A tiny room,

With a clouded light.

A place of love,

That once was bright.

Setting of a ravaged heart.

Where joy and grief,

Peace and pain.

And light and dark,

Love and hate.

Commingle in our ravaged hearts.

These denizens all argue,

They discuss and they debate.

They can’t seem to agree,

On the greatest way

To heal our ravaged hearts.

They come to the conclusion,

That it needs a loving friend.

And will take a little while,

Before we reach the end.

But still, our ravaged hearts are on the mend.