I can hear you screaming,
Your eyes burn as you cry,
You are the perfect picture of,
How I feel inside.
You're my true reflection,
Cause mirrors don't lie,
You are the real me,
You are how I feel inside.
But then you stop crying,
As I put back on my mask,
I watch you as you force a smile,
I hear you fake your laugh.
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Random Descriptions
RandomRandom things that I like to write when I feel bursts of inspiration. Most of them will likely be poems.
