Traitor
The traitor in the mirror,
is only half of what I was.
Staring at the person,
fading like winter grass.
Your eyes lose colour,
your body crumbles.
Your going away.
Who am I now?
Why should I fight?
This isn't right.
I'm tired of standing,
alone in the rain.
Of day after day's
excruciating pain.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoetryThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.
