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Who is the person in the mirror?
Today I see me
Yesterday I saw Jesus
The day before that I saw a queen

Every day seems to be different
Even though I have not changed
My perception is messed up
Or I'm insane

Who is the person in the mirror
Does it even matter at all?
When I go out in public
I am invisible
them mirror in the bedroom confuses me like no other
You needed a friend so I was there
A friend is someone who cannot but help but care
I needed a friend so you stood by my side
You made me laugh while the others made me cry

You needed the high but I always let you down
A friend helps you to swim when you think you're going to drown
I needed you to live but you were determined to die
You only get saved if you want to survive

You needed a friend so I was there
I entered the friendship unprepared
I needed a friend so you stood by my side
Until my back was turned and you committed suicide
friends until the end
Sorry does not mean anything
Anything at all
Don't bother even saying it
I've heard that word a million times before

Just make your mistakes
Reap what you sow
Karma has a natural way
Of evening the score
I never existed
I was never here
This entire poem was never written

This landscape is a dream
A languid dream of your creation
One that never truly existed
I was a circle in a room full of squares so I became a square

The square's all decided to be circles so I became a circle again

They told me I wasn't a "proper" circle

I wasn't doing the circle thing right

Then I moved into the light to find that they were all triangles

They thought that they were circles but they were blind

I was a circle in a room full of squares who did not think that I belonged there

Yet I was the only one who could see my true reflection
what shape are you?
truly?
it was fun to watch you fall down the stairs
until the moment i realised
you had broken your neck

a joke can be so funny
even hilarious
a joke can keep you laughing
long after it's been said

it was fun to watch you falling
to watch you miss your step
but why am i still laughing at your death?
is the joke over yet?
i would write you a poem for every one of your lies
except there is not enough ink and not enough time
i would
if i could
but i cant
so i shan't
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