I am who I am but yet when I look at you. You the stranger in the mirror. The man face I know yet I don’t know who you are. Should I fear the stranger in the mirror? Can that stranger really be me? It seems like the stranger in the mirror saying don’t put your head down when I am talking to you. No one speaking, how can I hear him.
Face me, face me, stranger in the mirror. Who are you? Talk to me, let me understand your thoughts. Can the pain I feel come from you? Is this struggle so early in life for reason? Answer my questions. Why won’t you talk to me. I’m in need of answers.
Forsaken by some, it won’t hold me back from success. Stranger in the mirror, can understand me? Do you feel what I am saying. I know in the morning when that water run down my face. You can see the pain in my eyes and the stress on my face but do you feel the desire in my heart to be successful?
Stranger in the mirror, see you later. I got business to handle.
as well.
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Wow, this was a very touching piece. Made me really think about myself and how others see me. Sometimes we can be under a lot of stress and only the ones closest to us can see or feel it.
I am glad you like the poem George.
Very cool, Deneil.
Heartfelt.
George
Thank you man, it came from the heart.
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