Looking back from the front

Sad faces written all over,

Over and over again

The mirrors mock and I can’t retaliate.

Why?

I realize this is truth.

Did I lay this foundation?

A speck of crumbling outcomes

How come…. no one knows this life

As well as I do?

Nights spend too fast,

And we might just be left to

Pick up the scraps.

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