I wonder if we have committed the same sins and the same crimes
Experienced the same truths and told the same lies
Told you so much, that only you can plan my demise
You know everything about me, you know how to see through my disguise
How do we have the same fear of the truth?
The truth that I'll always be the same no matter what I go through
The same scared little boy, terrified of being left alone
Of never feeling the heat of my hands, and being eternally cold
Too scared of showing and possibly losing
How can it be possible that the same thing I'm always doing
Being selfish, I cover your eyes just so you cannot see my view
When in reality I'm just worried that the same could happen to you...
YOU ARE READING
Poems to my Reflection
PoetryDifferent 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.
