Looking In The Mirror
Looking in the mirror I can’t stand what I see,
I can’t comprehend what has become of me.
As I sit and think I shed a tear,
For all the things I love have disappeared.
There is nothing to blame; not the setting nor the season,
It is my fault, I am the reason.
Looking in the mirror I can see the changes in my face,
I think of all the times I may as well of been in space.
I wasn’t here, I wasn’t there,
I wasn’t anywhere.
Looking in the mirror shame fills my mind,
And I try and find
Some sort of explanation for this insanity,
For what I’ve become; for what I might be.
Christina Bledsoe
Authors Comment:
“This applies to my ex-husband, a meth head. I wrote this from what I felt would be his point of view on the situation.”
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I can only imagine what happens to those that use More…this drug. I have only heard stories and it is a devastating travesty to learn what this does not only to themselves, but those that love them. Thank you for sharing this perspective.
Peace,
Stefan