I look into the glass
Myself can be seen
What am I to you?
Am I a person?
Or am I a thing?
This blood is just liquid
These tears are only water
My neck is something to squeeze
My nose is meant to bleed
The pain is an illusion
My words are meant to amuse
My heart is meant to be broken
I am not a person
I am just a thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My words are meant to amuse My heart is meant to be broken I am not a person I am just a thing it is true reflection of yourself. you ask anything and you will get it reflected in the mirror..i rally liked it..so well....10 read mine..friend inmirror..miss i miss u.. a place callled home....