You tired to fix your mistakes;
The ones others seem to hate.
But now here is the mirror
and all you can see is fake.
Hiding from your former self,
trying to be someone else.
You never wanted to live a lie
But, if you didn't; you'd say goodbye.
Not that anyone would care
if you lost a little air.
But that's life. I guess it isn't fair.
See they'll repair; but you'll live in
despair.
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Eunoia #Wattys2016
PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
