I look at her,
She looks at me.
Who is this person,
Staring right back at me?
I move my arm,
She moves it too.
Her nose scrunches,
Mine does too.
I don’t like what I see,
This person is no cup of tea.
I hate her face,
She hates my outfit.
I look closer,
I see something I didn’t see before.
This person I dislike,
Is another of me.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
