#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
Standing in front of this silver mirror
I see my past and my present too
I see a damaged and broken girl
I see a lost and needy boy
I see a child who just needed love
I see a mother who just wanted her baby
I see a father with no roof and no job
Oh I see who I truly am
But my silver mirror is not one to stop there
Looking into this mirror
I see my choices and present live
I see the hate I have...