Standing before the mirror,
Seeing a stranger,
Feeling the danger
Of the unknown world
Lying beneath their gaze.
Who is the person I see?
Why are they frowning at me?
Since when are their eyes bleak?
How are they at their deepest peak?
The person I'm seeing
Is no longer the one I know.
This person is not me.
They are not me...
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Psychsis
PoesieWithin the embrace of my demons. · -------------------- · 𖥸 · -------------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content such as substance use, self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Read with precaution.
