Mirrors
I have lost my worth
When I felt like no one was afraid to lose me
When I've seen how they let my finger slip
I have lost my value
When I've seen how they stepped on my trail
When I've seen the cuts made by their tongues
I have lost everything
When I allowed people to cross my boundaries
When I welcomed people and made them destroy whom I can be
And every time I look straight into my mirrors
I could remember the shards that wounded my fingers
I can see the broken lines, the memories I used to assemble
To the good old memories, I always remember
When all that I am was shards and broken mirrors
When all that I have was broken linear
To my good old glory, I cannot seem to not see
When my fingers pick every little piece
And how my shattered puzzle dress into brand new
I have no one with me
Even in my greatest battles, I want them to be
Fix my broken mirrors even when they've broke it numerously.
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...
