My room reflects my personal life
A mixed up, messy place.
My locker reflects my social life
A darkened, empty case
My car reflects my Ambition
All broken, used, and rotten.
My childhood reflects my Heart
All sad, left, and forgotten.
Although my feelings feel so real
Inside I know they lack
The clarity of mental health
That for most remains intact
My mind once a glassy pond
Now broken by the winds
My mirror that told only truth
Now ripples, lies and sins
Perspectives change
People grow
Which way we can't predict
Some better as they age
And some just plainly sink
YOU ARE READING
Micky
RandomThis is where I go to express feelings I can't to anyone around me. This is my unlocked diary, for strangers to read. Feel free to read, feel free to comment, just don't hate on me, because this is real stuff for me and even though some stuff I writ...
