You, in the mirror.
Yes, you, disgust me.
the more you look into me,
the more I shatter.
What good does it bring you
running behind others backs
only for thiers to face you?
You, yes you.
You worthless deuce.
What good does it bring you
crying up all night,
giving yourself a clogged, aching head
when you, not even once,
drop by thier minds?
You dreamt of ambition,
You dreamt of steadfastness.
and yet here you are,
sobbing over one in eight billion.
You need repression,
You need to face your ruthless.
And dont you dare
look at your reflection
until youve stabbed yourself enough
so the pain doesn't bother anymore.
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Poetry-Youth. [In negative]
PoesíaThis is the second volume of the original volume 'Poetry-Youth.' This volume highlights, through poems, the effects of the negative aspects of young years, like, stress, depression, anxiety, absence of love.