Maybe I'm looking at it wrong
A new angle perhaps?
Okay tried that
Nope still a huge slap in the face
Close one eye
Stick my tongue out?
Naw still nothing new
No matter how I look into this world
This world,like a mirror
I always get the same negative results
I give love
I get none back
I give my opinion
I get criticism
I give my all
I get my heart crushed
So I think this world is a corrupted mirror
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
