Staring into the mirror
I cannot help but hate
The ghost who stares back
You bring me so much shameIt was you who ruined everything
Who lost the things he loved
You are the one that should die
Maybe then it'll atone enoughThe ghost stares back
Repeats what was spoken
Shatter the mirror with my fist
I stare back and see it brokenBlood covers the hands
Once held someone else's
Pieces of broken glass
Slice my chest, blood and its messesI see the broken mirror
The ghost still stares
But this time in horror
He couldn't move he couldn't dareThe ghost finally speaks
I would've done better
If only you tried harder
I could've been happy
If yourself I would've murdered
YOU ARE READING
I don't feel like myself
PoésieSelf-hatred, Self-loathe, Self Deprecating I'll be happy when I stop feeling