Looking At Myself

Here I stand

A broken piece of woman

Made by the world

Denied by myself

Here I stand

The mere shadow of a woman

Not knowing where to go

Or where my ideas lead

Here I stand

A bareness of a woman

Wanting love but searching nowhere

Doing all the wrong things

Listening to all the wrong people

But here I stand

A reflection of me

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your poems are all sad and depressed and....you really need to be happy! your totally wacked babers! whoo....man they suck!