I walk up
To The Mirror of Truth.
"Tell me,"
I demand
"Tell me the truth."
I wait
And I wait
But the mirror
Stays dark.
"Tell me the truth,"
I repeat.
But still
The Mirror of Truth
Stays dark.
"The truth,"
The mirror booms
In a cold
Empty voice
"is before you
Shrouded in darkness."
"Who has done this?"
I shout
"Who has shrouded my truth?"
"You have,"
Says The Mirror of Truth
In the same cold
And empty voice.
And as I look into the mirror
I see the truth
That I have lied to myself.
And so I leave
With nothing
But lies.
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Poems
PuisiI'm not the best at writing poems, but here's a compilation of the ones I write in my notebook. They're kind of confusing at first, but you'll figure it out. Yes some of them are emo, but some are happy too. Updates every Friday
