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Ronald Beaulieu

Speaking Mirrors

My reflection in the mirror,
It stares me in the face,
Beginning to address me,
Of insecurities of late.

I wish to avoid it,
The truth stings like a scraped up knee,
Many problems to own up to,
Oh how disappointed my reflection will be of me.

Like losing a friend,
Or having a rough day,
The mirror picks at every string,
Like a farmer picks though his hay.

Never lying as it expresses my vacant emotion,
It makes the strongest mentally crack,
And gives the weakest comfort and devotion.

I may be stubborn and ignorant to the mirror's honesty at first,
Absorb the genuineness even if it hurts,
Let the mirror’s magic work,
If all else fails and nothing else works.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]