Mirror Me
My name is Ryou
the age of three
and I can't wait for you
to meet the little
mirror me.
The men in white say
" Let him be,
let him speak of his
'mirror me' ".
You all come around and
I let you see, though
never seen is the
mirror me
For now
I smile and let him be
The little devil
Mirror Me.
WOAHPOETRY. Bet you didn't see that coming, eh?
Anywho—This is all practice for next year in my AP-Lang class, I'm practicing and trying to better my terrible poetic skill for the impending doom that is English.
Please help me improve by reviewing?
**And to everyone waiting for Chapter 7 of HH. Give me a bit longer, the story is harder to write the further I get into it.
