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A short poem that suits a bitter soul

New Day

Waking up is the worst part of my day.

I loathe it in every way.

As I open my eyes and glance at the mirror.

There, the same as everyday, I see her.

The same scared and confused little girl.

The one my father used to twirl.

No longer small there is sadness in her eyes.

I'm not deceived I see through her lies.

She says she's fine but we know the truth.

You see it in her smile that shows not a tooth.

You can take all this to only mean

She has grown tired of all she's seen.

I close my eyes when the truth is too real.

I detest remembering I can feel.

I lay wishing to turn to rock.

Blast! The clock!

I quickly recall that I can't stay

This is why waking up is the worst part of my day.

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