Mirrors shatter every time
Another tick, another chime
1000-7 to keep the blood flowing
Reuse the bandages to stop showing
"Monsters!" They say
Dirty, unworthy filthy beings, foul play
Why do I have to apologize to be a monster,
Did anyone apologize for turning me into one?
Sometimes, I can't bare to not do anything,
To stand there, breathless, but still breathing
Waiting for my hero, my prince,
But why should I? I've been the monster ever since
Everyone has another side,
The one that they want to hide
I want to release that side,
To show that I will not hide
Mirrors reflect in some way,
They capture the light that stray,
Gather it up, and show you how pain can change
Showing that you are a little strange
But who cares?
It's still your heart that slightly tears.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and stuff
PoesíaThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.
