They look out at me
from behind sad and frightened eyes
anger tightening the corner of their mouyths
But we have never met
they do not know me
still I feel the heat
of their anger weapon
directed at me
And maybe all of their life
is like this
anger and insecurity
of varying degrees
And maybe they are just
going through a rough period
If I am a mirror
shining back other's light,
those with the least
to reflect
might not want to be around me
to see how shallow
They Truely are.
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