Mirrors
My fears
Because of what I may see,
But who cares
That I'm scared of me
Or more like my reflection
That reflects who I am
When I'm scared of who I am,
I'm scared of living
I always stew at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him
And end scratching the skin that can barely fit me
Gotta change the man in the mirror
Before we try to end the world's horror
But most of all for her
She's always crying
I try to help
But she ends up painting
I try not to join her
Then End up staring in the mirror
To see the monster I've become
I just Take another pill
Against my will
Then the monster grows
His smile ever growing, he then whispers
Welcome
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
