A broken reflection is all I see
Staring in the mirror back at me
Changes have come so I have to let it be
Sipping on sadness like a cup of tea
Shattered beyond repair
Didn't see it coming so I wasn't prepare
Heartbreak and agony started to appear
Behind close door I wore my designer dress called despair
Under constant depression
Everyday felt like I was fighting with oppression
Wanted to scream but something was holding me back which was repression
But nobody knew, so this is like my little confession
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Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoesiaThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find
