mirrors
" the sun peeks
quietly over the
water, and i see
somebody:
a second place,
the epitome
of a failed
dream, an average,
an ordinary
and i turn
away, refusing
even for a moment
to acknowledge
it is me i see "
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.
