Pulled at different corners,
All pieces are mismatched.
Colors are in disarray
Words are jumbled and incoherent.
Am I one thing or the other?
Am I this or that?
Different versions of me,
Clashing in one ugly mess
Trying to gather them back together
Into a terrifying masterpiece
Now, looking at the mirror
My reflection stares back at me.
Whole yet broken inside
Asking myself in a state of confusion
Finding answers for the question:
Who am I?
YOU ARE READING
Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
PoésieThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
