Do you know what I see when I look onto mirrors?
I see something monstrous looming back at me.
It has my eyes.
My hair.
My face.
It is me.
It smirks as if it knows what haunts my mind.
The image changes and I see myself with a gun to my head, but the moment i squeeze the trigger it changes.
Now I see my pain draining onto the floor as my body lies cold and eternally asleep.
What I see is ever-changing, but always has the same outcome, I'm dead by the end.
I sometimes stare into the mirror just to feel a little closer to how things should be...
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Emotions of the Emotionally Unstable
PoetryEvery one of these tell a story about me. Every one of these convey emotions I've had. This is nothing more than a collection of memories and a place to hide away my emotions.
