Mirror mirror on the wall,
vanity is my down fall.
Trying but I can't break free,
staring at you. At me.
Impossible to break my gaze,
how long watching moments or days?
Beauty turned into my own curse,
flaws cloud my view making it worse.
Slowly I know I'll degrade,
no flower ever stayed.
You tell me that I have started to wilt,
but I must keep the image I built.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
