Her
There's a person in the mirror
One of which I do not know
She stares and smiles at me
With a fakeness barely shown
I hated her then and there
As she flashed that smile again
I balled my fist and I
Punched with as much strength
The mirror cracked and broke
But the girl was still there
Still staring and smiling
With a mask that was long broken
My blood flowed freely
Down that tainted glass
Smearing her pretty face
The red coating her mask
I do not know what came of me
Nor why it even happened
But as I stare at the broken girl
I broke and began crying
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Poetica
PoetryA rewrite of my 'Poems I Wrote' book and as the previous title dictated, these are all poems that I wrote. Hope you like it and enjoy~
