Reflection in the Mirror
Ice cold
Walled in
Trustless
Broken
Too late
To see
Please, mirror,
Ask me…
"What could've happened?"
"What could I be?"
"Can it be fixed?"
"Is it really just 'me'?"
I don't have the answers
Although I try
With everyone around me
Nobody sees me cry
I can see the tears
I can see my face
But there will always be that scar
I just can't erase.
Not the physical blemish
The one anybody can see
The ones deeper than skin
The ones that say 'help me'.
I honestly think the world needs more poetry. Maybe I'll improve on this later.