It hit me like a rock,
falling to the ground,
no where to be found,
I don’t recognize who I am anymore,
Who is that in the mirror I see?
A monster ? A child?
Who on earth could you be?
Oh wait…
Your me.
Your me. By: Autumn Mercy
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October 11, 2011 at 7:30 am
Great poem about self exploration, Autumn! We all should follow your example and never stop examining ourselves. A famous world leader once said, in reference to the human heart, “Who can know it?” When we stop trying to “know it” I guess we find ourselves in trouble!
October 15, 2011 at 10:04 am
Autumn, you didn’t convince me to become a vegetarian but you did convince me that you’re a great poet/writer in general. I can’t wait read your other works and get your autograph next time I see you in person.
October 25, 2011 at 2:28 am
Your me. Awesome.