Broken mirrors
Keepers of my reflection
Shards of glass
On the bathroom floor
I don't recognise
My own self
My own eyes
Look like those of a strangers
As my confusion
Stares back at me
Trying to make sense of it all
I am a stranger to myself
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that's Y I wrote iT.
PoetryDrink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember bei...
