It feels as if my reflection, points a gun at its own head
It feels as if the gun just isn't steady in my hand
As the bullet shoots, the mirror cracks and the floor is painted red
When I jump off cliffs,
Do you think I always land?
It feels as if the razor blade just isn't sharp enough
It feels as if the broken glass might soon begin to bend
My reflection is distorted,
Can't you see that, love?
I'm pointing a gun at the mirror and the mirror points back at me
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
