Look in the mirror.
Tell me what you see?
Are you the person,
you really want to be?
Stop for a minute.
Take a good look.
Every corner,
and every nook.
Stare into the beings,
broken eyes.
Concentrate,
And recognise.
What I see,
are blood shot eyes.
Twitching and blinking
left to right.
Lips are chapped,
cheeks red.
Battered, depressed,
Toe to head.
What I see,
is skin too pale.
Lips trembling,
and chipped nails.
Chrome and violet,
livid stains.
Purple bruises
Of anguish and pain
What I see,
Is blood dripping down.
From cuts too deep,
and a constant frown.
Eyes pooled,
with precipitous sheer.
Of pain and guilt,
hate and fear.
Take a good look.
Still no clue?
This broken being
Is none other....than you.
YOU ARE READING
She is a Happy Person.
PoetryAn ironic set of poems compared to the title. Please vote and do let me know how they are :3 Highest Rating ever gotten #138 in poetry 18/9/15
