I look at this peron in the mirror,
Looking at the imperfectness
Telling her shes ugly
Realizing the truth
I look at this person in the mirror
and I look at myself
I wonder why I cant go away and dissappear
Hide away in a dark shadow where I wont be found
Whats the point of being in this place named earth?
I am the tortured soul roaming the world
I am the wind who covers you
I am the human who searches for contentment but never finds it
I look in the mirror and see the person I always see
Thats me
I wrote this poem when I was like in the 7th grade I think. LOL...did I have issues.
