Mirror mirror on the wall,
How can you stand there so proud and tall,
Knowing that what you show me tears me apart,
I criticize my body, part by part,
Until I'm left lying in pieces in the dirt,
I wish I could tell someone just how much it hurts.
YOU ARE READING
The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoesíaAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
