When I look in the mirror
I don't see me
I see someone else
But who could it be?
They have the same hair,
The same eyes,
And the same fists used to fight,
But the old smiling mouth
Is now shut tight.
They look so sad
And so empty inside
I'm starting to wonder
If this is the new me
And the old one has died.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts on paper- poetry collection
شِعرJust a little collection of all the poetry i've written :)
