You were a person who
stepped on others to achieve
a higher standing.
You were a person who would
stare into their admirers eyes
lovingly to distract them from
the knife you held behind their back.
You're a horrible person.
When I stare into the mirror all I see is you.
You reach out and try to drag me in.
But it's useless, because I am you and you are me.
YOU ARE READING
Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Puisi- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
