Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
I'm not myself.
I am someone else.
I talk to me, I converse,
but my thoughts shatter.
They disperse.
In the mirror I do someone see,
but that person just isn't me.
I see this man with coal black eyes
And always he tells me all these lies
But I have to believe in lies that are true.
There's just nothing else that I can do
Written by
Dream Caster
361
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems