I glance in the mirror and think,
'Who are you?'
I don't recognize the woman in the mirror that looks back at me.
Pretending they are me.
When in reality they are not.
They are not me.
The woman in the mirror teases me saying they are the person I'm supposed to be. They think they are me.
With the same face and hair, eyes and body everything down to the last detail.
But they think they are me, in a different skin, in a different reality.
YOU ARE READING
𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒.
Poetry𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝗻-𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆'𝘀. 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂. Just an collection of poetry and short stories. COVER ART CREDITS: Otaku's Art...
