Mirror on the wall...here we are again
Through my rise and fall you've been my only friend
They told me that you can't understand the man that I am
So why are we ...talking to each other again ********
They say that that the eyes are the window of the soul
So when I look at you and you look at me exactly how much can you see ?
Can you see my fear ?can you see my pain ?do you see what you're doing to me everyday ?
If you can see me ,the real me then,why do you prefer the fake me .
Maybe the mirror understands me better because it does not judge me ..it listens to me
It shows me the truth ..the hidden truth that you refuse to accept because it does not fit into your perfect lifestyle
YOU ARE READING
My Pain ,your Gain
PoetryFollow as a girl writes poetry to herself ..or in this case to you and tells you about her life and touches on feelings that every teen goes through ....join her on her road to discovery .... #what happens when actions arnt enough and all you have a...
