Look into the mirror
Only to see the essence of yourself
The part that can't be charged
That if you could, you wouldn't be the same
Around it is the parts that revolve
The parts you, you question and solve
They develope, try to conform
Can't always keep up this act that you perform
Constant changing and arranging
Not to mention times of exchanging
Making things fit to your essence
To find they don't work dispute your prearranging
Calling into question, like so many other times
"Why can't I be…" you ask and whine
"Like this," you say
"like that" until you are astray
You're not happy with who you really are
And change, a temporary fix, can only carry a scar
Imprint upon the essence of yourself
The good things, like a tattoo you'll carry far
Don't fall for the mirror on the wall
When it tells you "It's distorted just to be me"
Keep you in wonder "as I see me"
Wanting to be dreaming, hoping "someone catch me before I fall"
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PoesíaRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
