I look in the mirror and I see a child
Wearing her mothers makeup
In a shirt that doesn't fit
with a word on it
She isn't allowed to say
She looks unhappy
But children are always happy
The child isn't meI look in the mirror and I see an adult
Shes old and withered
She should have died long ago
And now she never will
She's an addict
Nobody loves her
Shes aware of both
The addict isn't meI look in the mirror and I see a woman.
She is beautiful
As beautiful as a woman can be
She longs to be a man
But when she looks in the mirror she is not
She never will be
The woman is not meI look in the mirror and I see a faggot
She doesn't care that she will never be normal
She doesn't care that she will never have kids
She is sure of herself
But it's forced
She would do anything to be fixed
The faggot isn't meI look in the mirror and I see nothing
Pure emptiness
Nothing matters
I like the nothingness
I am the nothingness
The nothingness is meI feel like I'm high rn they doubled my meds 😭😭
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Short poems, stories, vents, and my life advice
PoetryLate night thoughts, poems, or just vents. The majority of these are created from an intoxicated mind