I know how you feel
When you look into the mirror, and you don't like what you see.
When you lay in bed at night wondering "why must it be me?".
You spend the rest of your life trying to fix yourself,
As the voice in your head rings, "you're just another book on the shelf".
YOU ARE READING
Self Issues
PoetryI know how you feel, when you look into the mirror and you don't like what you see.
