Something is wrong
This girl in the mirror
She is not me
Her hair is cut the same length as mine
Her body holds the same shape
But she is not me
Our eyes may be the same shade
But there are dark circles
That linger just below that blue
Darkness is not apart of me
Darkness belongs to somebody else
That girl in the mirror, that is not me
I have become a stranger to myself
Gone are my sparkling eyes
And smiling lips
Scowls and frowns take control
They are the reason for my tears
I am a stranger to the girl in the mirror
I do not want to cry in front of her
The girl in the mirror is mean
I can not tell her anything
The girl in the mirror is not quiet
I can barely speak around her
The girl in the mirror is loud
I can only stare at her
Maybe if I shoot ice from my eyes
It will cool the fire
That shoots from hers
If I stare long enough
Maybe the darkness will go away
If I can just hold out
Until the end of this tunnel
Maybe then, maybe
The girl in the mirror
Won't be much of a stranger anymore
Maybe the girl in the mirror will be me
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
