Written February 20th, 2019 around 8:00pm
When I stare into the mirror,
I see my doppelganger.
But, she is not me.
She has a fulfilling career.
A loving husband and family.
She is not lonely.
Why do we look the same?
She looks as worn as I.
She glares at me
With understanding
Unable to hug each other,
We just cry.
The one thing she craves,
I crave, too!
But, we both interrupt
Each other when we talk.
Never able to tell each other
How we both truly feel.
We just bawl together,
Lost in thought.
When I look at her,
She looks like me.
And, she seems so familiar.
But, when we cry,
I barely recognize
Me or her.
She's the imperfect stranger.
My reality's blur.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
