Looking into a broken mirror,
Staring at my Raven hair,
With a look of disgust on my face.
Feeling so ugly, yet
Having such a pretty waste.
Knowing that my inside
and outside shall never meet.
Owning tears clear as crystal,
but sharp as piercing knives.
Becoming something I am not;
Turning into a monster.
Creating strange thoughts of
Such terrible actions.
Growing curious of the bellowing blue eyes that possess my very soul.
Just thinking.
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Curiouser and Curiouser... A Collection of Excerpts, Thoughts, and Poems
شِعرNo one voices all their thoughts... But here are a few of mine. Some things I've written, but never told a soul. They come from a wide range of my time growing up. (I've been writing poetry since I was 5, until now. These are a few things I've writt...
