OK, well here is the poem. It is not about myself, it's how some people see themselves.
Trapped in a room-
Alone with the enemy.
A room composed of mirrors,
My reflection stares back.
Ugly.
Ashamed.
Confused.
Alone.
Why does this happen?
How did it start?
An endless nightmare
And your the monster.
Ugly.
Ashamed.
Confused.
Alone.
Lifeless, but living
Stares back with a penetrating glare
Who is the enemy?
Ugly.
Ashamed.
Confused.
Alone.
My reflection..
Immortal
A puppet under my control
Ugly.
Ashamed.
Confused.
Alone.
But maybe my reflection isn't the enemy-
Maybe it was me all along...
Will you please rate it 1-10 with 1 being the worst and 10 the best?? and maybe give a reason too ?? thanks (:
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