I'm just sitting here
staring at my reflection
I hate it
I can no longer say anyone likes it
Looks
are not what I'm talking about
In my reflection
I stare at my eyes
Hazel glazed sadness
and darkness
You can see the demons
aching to escape my brain
All of a sudden
there's a loud sound
A crash
The mirrors broken
My hand is clenched in a bleeding fist
The blood drips to the floor along with my sanity
I again, look myself in the eye
It's now all so fitting
Broken mirror
Broken girl
Through the cracks, the demons show themselves
I'm surrounded by darkness now
But to you,
I'm just sitting here.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
