Mirror, mirror on the wall,
No not who is the greatest of them all, but who am I?
When I look in the mirror,
I see myself.
Two brown eyes, brown curly hair, pink lips and a nose. Two ears on both sides of my head, a neck and the rest of the body.
But who am I?
I'm reflecting myself on everyone, trying to be their idea of perfect. I change when I'm with other people.
Be smart and the perfect student.
Be beautiful, by putting make-up on.
Be her best friend by doing this and be her best friend by doing that.
Be quiet and nice, the perfect daughter.
I'm always trying to be perfect, for every kind of ideas.
But who am I?
I'm a girl, born in Holland.
I love to draw and to write.
I don't know what kind of job I want later.
I want to make a road trip after my graduating of High school.
I want to go to university in America.
But.. Does that show who I am?
No.
I'm a mirror of you.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoesiaThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
