my reflection …

i stare at my reflection
unable to see
what did i dream of
what did i desire to be
why was that smile so wide
that look so innocent
did i know then
that my path would be so different
why were things forced upon me
by others well intentions
why did i grow up accepting
that this was how life
was just supposed to be
this child still living inside
with heartache and heartbreak
grabbing for a hand to hold
a shoulder to cry on
a hug to embrace
wanting comfort and reassurance
that he won’t be let down
ever again …

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