It's nice to know that we're both broken
It's nice to know that of all the people, we weren't chosen
Out of boundaries, exiled from normality
I don't like how I'm in the border of mental insanity
Desire and logic fighting for control
So much for hiding when in the end, everything is gonna show
You lend me a hand and I hopelessly reach out
I blindly follow you even though I'm filled with doubt
Worried that you'll leave, worried that you'll run away
Never imagined that I'd beg you to stay
Never imagined that I'll lose myself...
YOU ARE READING
Poems to my Reflection
PoesieDifferent mirror, different reflection, different poem. We try looking for someone who understands, but the only person who does is ourselves; our reflection. Just a conversation between us looking at ourselves through a mirror.
