I look in the mirror
It frowns back
Clenched, are my fists
Tired, are my eyes
The mirror talks back
Telling me the truth
I turn away
I don't need a mirror
Smiling, is my face
Covered, is my chest
The sadness stabs me
I bleed girl blood
I embrace him
The mirror fades away
Broken, is the glass
Healed, is my heart
He disappears under my arms
I grab the glass
My reflection is him
Smiling back at me
Male, is my body
I hold the glass tightly
Bleeding boy blood
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
