Poor Little Boy

Poor Little Boy

A Poem by Maan

Not all of us suffer from our own mistakes, few of us suffer from the mistakes of others.

Poor Little Boy! What do you see when you see yourself in the mirror?

Can you see yourself of who you are?
Can you see the insanity that drives you?
Can you see the happiness screaming at you?

Can you see the scars unknown? 
Can you see you the ashes of your childhood?
Can you see?

What do you really see when you see yourself in the mirror?
What is it?
Is it the shame standing in front of you?
Or is it the mistakes of others mocking you?

Is it you?
Or is it someone you don't really know?
What do you see when you are not looking?

Poor Little Boy! Can you see yourself when you see yourself in the mirror?
Poor Little Boy! Can you see yourself?
Poor Little Boy! Can you see?

© 2016 Maan

Author's Note

What and why to expect from those who don't even have the ability to see. :) But what do they see any way..

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So very awesome, such deep emotions. very nicely written

Posted 1 Year Ago

i like the question in this poem
What do you see when you see yourself in the mirror?
i just read this poem and kept thing What do i see when i see myself in the mirror?
great job

Posted 3 Years Ago

The fact that this entire poem is basically built on questions, it really makes the reader think and actually leaves an open ending of some sort. Interesting . . .

Posted 3 Years Ago

Are the questions there to be answered?
Or just to ponder as it is read...
Thoughts on a little boy of the poor...
He must show his self.

Posted 3 Years Ago

"What do you really see when you see yourself in the mirror?" Such a strong thought which would describe this entire poem. It's tough to know that a lot of us aren't truly able to see our full-worth or what potential we may have. We all just need to believe in ourselves...which is never all takes time in order to accept ourselves & our true colors. We are capable of anything we put our minds too & no dream is too small. The sky is the limit when it comes to our hopes & dreams. It's up to us to plan out the proper type of life that we wish to lead.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on September 30, 2016
Last Updated on September 30, 2016
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