Apr 2014
I keep a cracked mirror in my room.
My mother asks why,
Yet I'm too scared to tell her that it's because I want to see what's on the inside of me.
My mother asks why,
Yet I'm too scared to tell her that it's because I want to see what's on the inside of me.
I find it weird how poets can look at a field of grass and find meaning behind the vast expanse of space.
