derek's poems

mirrors

Tired of looking at this mess

Grab a gun and shoot the mirror

And hopefully when the glass breaks

I'll see clearer

Spider web cracks in my head

Grab the shards

Should I throw them all away?

Or should I take them to my arm?

I'm tired of screaming these words to you

My reflection doesn't look like it's supposed to

When I look in the mirror all I see

Is a girl with a twisted smile staring at me

I'm sorry I hate you so much

I'm just sick of never being enough

I shot you down but the bullets ricocheted

Please just shoot me

Tired of ruining myself

Gotta get rid of the gun

I'm sorry I can't kill you

So I'll just turn and run

You trip over a crack

Fall down, I'll hit you with my car

You get back up without a bruise

Without a scratch or scar

I'm tired of screaming these words to you

My reflection doesn't look like it's supposed to

When I look in the mirror all I see

Is a girl with a twisted smile staring at me

I'm sorry I hate you so much

I'm just sick of never being enough

I shot you down but the bullets ricocheted

I guess I could get used to you being here with me