My reflection
Is not me
I am not little
I am not sweet.
I am a dragon
With blood of the moon
Breathing out the sun
I wake the clock at noon.
I am not good
Moral is my vice
I just do as I should.
I'm a dark and painful
Starry sky
That calls you to come in.
With the melody of your mothers voice,
But isolating you again.
I am the midnight screaming
The blackouts
Fights
And rage
I am the broken bottle
At the end of every stage.
I am all those pieces
A puzzle in the end
A mind made out of voices
That have no place being inside my head.
My mirror doesn't look at me
The same way I look back.
My reflection is a pastel ocean
I am merely your favorite shade of black.
