Stare
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Reflection
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Wake up one day
Staring into the face of someone I don’t recognize
Are those my eyes or hers
Don't play games with me
Give me that smile,
I know you know it's just pain to me.
I love it.
That's when your most pure to me.
It's your darkness, yet it so clear to me.
I stare into her eyes and they tell me all I need to know
but I ask anyways
Why do you push me away?
Why do I feel the way I do when I hold you?
While sitting in the workshop, I stare.
I am not Me; I feel so bare.
I am stripped of my courage;
Stripped of my life.
What role do I have to play later on?
Obviously a Laborious wife!
