A world of mirrors,
I can not hide.
Love or hate,
I can not decide.
Give me truth,
Or tell me lies.
Either way,
Comes crying eyes.
I can not run,
From the truth within,
Be it devine,
Or a mortal sin.
Giving me strength,
Or weakining me so.
Whatever the outcome,
I wish to know.
I can not hide,
From the true connection.
I can not run,
from my own reflection.
justin barrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflections-111/
