Looking in a mirror
Reflecting on myself.
Find who I am.
Learning why.
The mirror shows shatters,
Broken and repaired.
Scars and wounds
Never to heal.
They aren't on the surface,
They're in my skin,
In my being,
In my soul.
The mirror is magic,
Shows who you really are.
I am a demon,
Are you my angel?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of Emotions
PoetryA few pieces of poetry rushing through my head, The words, they might stumble, but who would be listening? Peace doesn't exist Neither does hope. You can't bring it back, But find it for you. Love, smile, laugh. Cry, scream, die, Find your exit, Eve...
