Shattered Mirror

6 0 0
                                    

You think I'm a snob?

YOU DON'T KNOW ME




You think I'm selfish?

These are the only things

I have left of me.


I don't even know if there's

anything left of me!?

I'm shattered


and lost.


So lost.


I don't know where to go.



I walk in a dark room

filled with my passion

The pictures hung

waiting for its beauty

to be revealed.

When I'm in here

I'm found.

I'm filled

with wonder

and hope.


But when I get out

even if the days

are filled with light

the people

are dark within.


The people whom I trust the most

hurt me.

Once again

I'm lost.


I sit in the corner

grab a blade

and hope to be found again

this must be the only way,

I say.


Written by: jme_28


I wrote this poem last 2 or 3 months ago so yeah. I have this red notebook containing all the poems that I wrote. This one's pretty old but I wanted to share every single poem =))



Little Red NotebookWhere stories live. Discover now