My eyes catch my attention
As I looked into the blood-stained reflection
Painted in this mirror on my wall
My head is unusually transparent
Letting me dive in to the perfect imperfection of my thoughts
I stare at the symmetry of my ideas
And at the cleverness of my curves
The image I see is distorted and insane
This is not the one
I believe
I do not recognize myself on this body
On this mind
I guess I wasn't born to be this kind
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Words And Weapons
PoetryThis is poetry. Each chapter contains a poem , you don't need to read them all (even though that'll make me very happy :D :D) they are all mine to you! Best colocation #853 in poetry! Thank you so much guys!!!!! :))))
