I'm trapped in this bathroom;
The only way of getting out is by solving the riddle of your mind,
The one in the mirror.
I look at it and how come i never saw this.
I look at the mirror and i see you,
A bad copy of your face
A bad representations of your feelings
A mask being hold up by you alibis,
A copy of all your insecurities and fears placed in one place
A place where I can't seem to reach

YOU ARE READING
The void in my head
PoesíaWelcome to the void! This will be a place where i will archive my poems. they're not good tho kek