Bathroom Mirror

Bathroom Mirror

A Poem by Joel Marshall
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When one reflects, we never expect to see the ugly. This poem came from a pivotal point in my life that I had to take control of it. I had to face it and figure out how to overcome it. From my debut book of poetry BOY GONE CRAZY - The Written Voice: Vo

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You lied about who you are.
Never once did you remotely try to tell the truth.
Being something you’re not, did things you never did.

Sad pathetic liar.

Made me believe everything about you.
Your past so colorful,
your present so delightful,
your future so promising.
Too bad it will never come true.
 

I trusted your every word.
Told me I was beautiful

I only see scars.
Told me I was good
I only see how bad I really am.

You touched my face and said, “I love you”.
Then you slapped me with a letter and said, “I hate you”.
You had me thinking I was perfect.
Too many things about me are wrong.

I thought you were my friend,
the one I could depend on.
The one I can always run to.
Now I see the error of my ways.

If I turn my back on you and run away,
would you follow me?
If I shut my eyes tight and block you
from my mind, will you force your way in?

I can’t have you around me,
bad for my health.
Go away forever and never look back.
Because the image of myself
in the bathroom mirror
is starting to get on my nerves.

© 2008 Joel Marshall


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wow im totally, totally diggin' this piece right here!

It's so real, and down right brilliant.

I can relate to this so much.

Overall, one of my favourite reads.



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Joel Marshall
Joel Marshall

Boston, MA



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Hi, my name is Joel, I'm 29 years old and I live just north of Boston. I've been happily coupled for 10 years and wonderfully married for 2. I was between the ages of 13-19 when most of these poems we.. more..

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