I open my eyes only to see my own face stare
straight back at me.
But it's not just one, or two, or three, it's a
never ending kind of me.
I twist, I turn, I scream, I shout!
I'm lost in a house of mirrors,
will I ever get out?
YOU ARE READING
Losing Me
PoetryThat's not how it works in real families. We have to stay together a tight little bunch. Oh, but never mind me. You kept leaving. I watched you leave...
