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Woke Up to a Whole New World

Poetry By: Kyle Georgie Frydenlund

My life. My pain.

Submitted:Dec 3, 2012    Reads: 44    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Once I stood in front of a beautiful mirror

Everything looked perfect

One day something happened

That mirror shattered

I stared at the pieces

I looked at myself

Through the glass

I picked up the pieces

Thiought I could put my mirror back together

Blood dripped from my hands

I didn't want my fantasy to die

I suffered through the pain

Blood stained the glass

I pasted each and every piece back

I looked at my reflection in the mirror

I'm not happy

The cracks showed ugliness

They showed reality

They showed that I no longer live in a fake world

That I must accept life is a cruel

That I don't live in a fairytale

Woke up to a whole new world


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