I look at myself in the mirror,
trying to convince myself it's lying.
After all,
the mirror only shows the outside.
right?
Your reflection doesn't show
who you are inside
it doesn't show anything
all it shows is negativity
until I'm happy with who I am
all I will be able to see is me
because thats me in the mirror
the sad, little, me.
the sad, little, me who wants a break
the me who still isn't satisfied
the me who will do anything to just win this battle
the me who just wants to be me
-jmrh
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Poetry Is My Diary
PoetryMy diary, written in poem form. My feelings and life bunched into a couple of stanzas. I might post more than one in a day.. Don't copy or I am reporting.
