my poems

Wasn't me

Looking in the mirror, 

but can't believe my eyes.

I needed to close them,

Just couldn't realize,

too fast and too sudden,

to accept my own lies.

I wasn't there,

it just can't be.

The girl in the glass,

she wasn't me.

What I had been

and yearned to see.

Trapped in her life,

without control,

she looked as if,

it broke her soul.

"It wasn't me,"

spoke to console.

If I didn't see it,

it wouldn't have mattered.

Sadness turned to anger,

in a blur glass shattered.

Myself and the mirror,

our pieces were shattered.