I have grown to hate my own reflection.
Because all I see is imperfection.
For every time I peek over at it,
I criticize and loathe every last bit.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
