the mirror is haunting
I can't see clearly
as i wipe the fog away
another face stares back at me
i now recognize how much i've changed
i look away terrified
i am not the person i was before
the guilt and regret has made its way to my conscious
One...
two...three...
times i look at myself in the mirror
that is not myself!
who am i?
what have i done?
i swing my fist at the monster looking back at me
shining stars from the heavens
shatter down to the floor.
red crimson colors the room,
blood drips to to the tile
my heart fils with pain,
my past has caught up with me
i am broken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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