you put a knife in my hand
and made me afraid of myself
you shot at my reflection
without a word
you stared until i knew
you wanted me to do the same
in the end it's not your fault
i project my thoughts into you
like a bad film in the theater
your mouth never said
to shiver in my own shadow
but your actions did
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Open To Interpretation
PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
