Mirrors.
They show you what everyone else sees.
They show you what he sees.
That boy.
The one that you dream of.
The girl you hope of.
The boy you think of.
The clock you hate so.
The time goes too slow.
The reason it stays slow.
The girl that loves notes.
The boy that loves poems.
The person you hate most.
The pain that reflects no hope.
The map of lost hopes.
The image of ugliness.
The idiotic loneliness.
The words it says.
The words it once said.
The ideas they put in your head.
They all leave once they do too.
The hope flows out of the mirror
And into the silent room.
YOU ARE READING
Poems by S.S.
PoesiaPoems that are horribly worse than A.A.'s and should never be read in all eternity.