He looked proud and headstrong in his trophies.
He looked content and commonplace in his photos.
He looked handsome and captivating in the stories he wrote.
The mirror, however,
Showed a child with shattered eyes
Gnawing away at his heart.
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Poetry[On hold] Key: |Straight Brackets| - Poetry. \Tilted Brackets/ - Passionate, Vaguely Poetic Prose or Free Verse. ~Wave Brackets~ - Poetry specifically between 1 and 3 sentences in length. ☆☆ For everyone, Who finds, Not in a graveyard or cretamorium...
