I looked into the mirror
I couldn't believe what I was seeing
The face looked the same,
But it wasn't me
Those bloodshot eyes weren't me
The matted hair wasn't me
I saw the girl in the mirror
But she wasn't me
It isn't possible that I could be that broken girl staring back at me
This girl had no mask covering her frown and tears
No, her mask was gone, gone like her cares
She doesn't care about the perfect image
She doesn't care when the people don't listen
She just thinks it's all ending soon
She knows it's all ending as she looks up to the moon
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Poems
PoetryI'm writing poems and want a place to put them. So, here you go. I wrote all these, so please don't copy them.
