Reflection
A young man with a handsome face,feels out of place,not because of his age, class, or raceit is when he looks in the mirror,he starts to feel inferior,many people tells thats he is a handsome guy,but he thinks otherwise, no reason why,in his own mind he can not stand his own reflection,because all he sees is an imperfection...
Marcus Louis Vaughn
Copyright ©2005 Marcus Louis Vaughn
Monday, September 8, 2008
A poem that i wrote a couple of years back
another post by Marco V at 7:08 PM
Labels: in deep thought, poem
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