Do not know what I'd do if you'd speak
Never liked the way you'd look at me when I'm weak
With those worrying eyes, with a dam of tears about to burst
Cause I'm always reaping what I sow, I think I must be cursed
Everything time I dig myself out, I end up being buried
By all the responsibility and the stress of being hurried
To grow up or to step up, I know you understand the feeling
Wish I never got hurt, cause I'm not used to healing
Having you as my doctor, patching all my wounds
Hoping to get back on my feet, hoping it will be happening soon
Sitting next to you, asking myself what to do
We both look like we have no clue, but I'm still not ready to lose
The game we started, the game we lost
I used to want to win no matter the cost
Used everyone, used them all, just to stop all the struggling
Who would have guessed that between two fates we'd be juggling
To win, or simply not lose...
YOU ARE READING
Poems to my Reflection
PoésieDifferent 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.
