Where does
your face go
When I stand
before
My
reflection
Hating,
Waiting
For its
return
To haunt me
Who watches
me
From the
eyes
That
Stare
Back
The black
eyes
That scream
out
My failures
My flaws
The black
eyes
That put the
flaws
There in my
mind
Who’ll save
me
From the
face
That I no
Longer
Recognise
In the
mirror
The face
That
Bruised
My
Soul
What people can do to each other. Those invisible wounds that stick to the soul.
ReplyDeleteSo true Turquoise people destroy each other sometimes :)
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