Behind my face
inside my head
hide billions of stories
Which my reflection doesn't show
they're like
undiscovered territories
I follow every movement
of me
who isn't quite me
But just an reflection
trying to act up to
people's expectation
YOU ARE READING
a mess of words
Puisi|| a mess of words || A book featuring my poems. Not all of them are good or amazing, but I wanted to share them anyway. Trigger warning: most of the poems contain mentions of pain.
