What is that I see in the Mirror?
A youth; stubble beginning to form, on
His slowly, ageing face.
He's tall, and thin,
He has bags under his eyes,
His pale skin makes him seem nauseated, as if he had seen a ghost.
What is he thinking?
What drives him to go on?
What lies beneath his visage of stoicism?
That is what the Mirror doesn't show.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
