A Hidden Reflection
As the wind breaths against my hair
I turn to face the mirror to see whats there.
My face is smiling, but my heart is crying,
I wish my reflection could show what I'm hiding.
Across the room, is a picture of me,
From days long ago, where I was free.
I'm standing straight, with a smile so real
Now a days, I can't even explain what I feel.
It happened so fast, I agreed to take a hit,
And now I always feel; so out of it.
I feel bad, for making that mistake,
I need to stop smoking and take a break.

