The Stranger
I stare at the reflection in the mirror.
I see the face of a stranger staring back.
Always at war with itself, kicking, scratching, punching, biting;
Scares from previous wounds are harsh reminders of his troubled past.
This stranger seems so familiar but the reflection starts to blur, starts to fade;
Life draining from the face until it slowly reveals my own.
Cold. Empty. Lifeless;
Troubles past haunt me so.
I bite, punch, scratch, kick. Wounds getting deeper, more painful;
Hurting. Killing. Soothing. Blood is pouring.
Who is this stranger in the mirror I see before me?
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Wow i really like this, seems pretty deep thou..... i have one u might like that i'll put up soon, called Turmoil. If ur interested ??
Check the expiry date HOG.
ok well thats not something im good at yet, but thanks for bringing it to my attention.... was just sorta skipping through things an found that never thought to look for a date, i do apologize
Who cares 
I liked it too, stick your's up!!!
There's no expiry on good poetry.
I liked it too, stick your's up!!!
There's no expiry on good poetry.
100% Agree.
I like the story so thanks for bringing it up again
I like the story so thanks for bringing it up again
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