As I'm standing in front of the mirror, I see a stranger with teardrops on his face and a sadness hidden deep within his charming smile. I see a person who's to weak to run the extra mile. I'm trying to recognize the shadowy figure in the mirror but everything is too black. I feel a strange aura and I cautiously take a step back. I lean closer to the mirror for a second look, but it's still too dark to see. But then as the darkness subsides, I am faced with the stranger, the stranger called "Me".
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryThis is my first poem that I wrote on wattpad and I named this "Midnight Thoughts" because I write all my poems at midnight. (I know, it's strange.)
