Mirror, mirror on the wall, who am I after all?
Am I the saddest of them all?
Out of the darkness, I have tried to crawl
But why do I keep falling back, and hurting even more?
Mirror, mirror on the wall, to whom do these tears belong?
When I look into this face, I see a broken soul.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, do we all have this inner war?
Will this pain go away if we ignore?
Or will it hurt even more?
Is facing it the right solution?
Is this the conclusion?
Mirror, mirror all my scars I see in your reflection
So can you answer me this question?
Mirror, mirror on the wall , who am I after all?
YOU ARE READING
Words can free a thought
Poetry"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful." -Rita Dove.
