I don't understand what I feel
It's bugging me for real
Sometimes I get mad at everything
I get rude and loose my mood
I blame it on myself
Well, who could it be? It's me
I'd cause a drama and curse
I've punched the wall
On my mind, I didn't mean it all
But there's no excuse for that attitude
The wicked has possessed my soul
It overwhelms my very being
Ironically, a lot have praised and envy me
But the truth is nothing's great about me
I'm just a people pleaser trying to be perfect
To be good on the people's eye
Didn't care if it kills and beats me
What's important is to impress
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
