My mirror doesn't reflect me,
It reflects who I'm supposed to be.
That scares me sometimes,
The man I might turn into someday.
Not smiling, knowing the horror of it all
Not allowing a single smirk to ****** dispares.
Not lying, unsure if that's really a thing.
Truth, a forbidden hollow I'm already in.
The naked irises of swollen eyes stuck still amidst
Thoughtless ruptures of midnight sounds.
There's always someone in the mirror.
Sometimes beside us, sometimes beneath.
I am who I am, shameful of not being
who I see.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
My mirror doesn't reflect me,
It reflects who I'm supposed to be.
That scares me sometimes,
The man I might turn into someday.
Not smiling, knowing the horror of it all
Not allowing a single smirk to ****** dispares.
Not lying, unsure if that's really a thing.
Truth, a forbidden hollow I'm already in.
The naked irises of swollen eyes stuck still amidst
Thoughtless ruptures of midnight sounds.
There's always someone in the mirror.
Sometimes beside us, sometimes beneath.
I am who I am, shameful of not being
who I see.
Let's not ponder into sight other than a reflection of being our own.