I look in the mirror,
what do I see?
Another person
I don't want to be.
YOU ARE READING
Little Black Notebook
PoetryDrowning in this incomprehensible, nonsensical darkness that tries to take over me, I release my filtered thoughts upon paper in an attempt to be set free.
Mirror.
I look in the mirror,
what do I see?
Another person
I don't want to be.
