Poems and Short Stories

The Mirrors

I decided to also add short stories... I didn't explain that before..

They always... judge me..

Because I'm unlikely

No one sees a gothic singer

Not once a poetic nerd

I try to think up a reason

Why I'm here

Why even mirrors glare at me

Give me reasons to die

I look up

I look into the oval glass of mirror

And see myself crying

The mirrors reveal the ugly lies

They say I'm ugly,

Because I'm unlikely

Unlikely to see through smoke and mirrors

Unlikely to survive

But I defy all logic

I see through smoke and mirrors

I survive

And I see through your array of insults