I look at my face
Staring blankly back in the mirror.
It seems almost out of place
With it's unknown figure.
Who is this person?
What is she?
Does she have a purpose?
Is she truly me?
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
Reflection
I look at my face
Staring blankly back in the mirror.
It seems almost out of place
With it's unknown figure.
Who is this person?
What is she?
Does she have a purpose?
Is she truly me?
