The Person in My Mirror

Not once shall I admit my fault!

I’d rather rub the wound with salt

and face the barrel of the colt

than tell my love the truth.

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The person in my mirror is a cheater and a mute

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My troubles bubble, boil and brew

a bath in which I sit and stew

and slowly steam, then aim at you

my blame... devoid of proof.

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I pray you’ve made the same mistake... it eases my excuse

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Your words will fall on deafened ears.

Your cries to 'Listen!' met with sneers,

as I project my deepest fears

and force you through the hoop.

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How can you even touch me? I should make you want to puke...

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I’ll judge without authority,

begrudge the words you promise me

and feed on your apology...

How lowly I have stooped?

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Your constant love distracts me from the the taste of rotting fruit

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Until one day you take no more

and gallop, freely out the door.

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I’m left alone... a lowly whore whose lies came home to roost

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