• olujobs 28w

    Mirror

    When I look in the mirror,
    I see a standing image of myself
    A weary soul tired of fighting,
    A spirit broken from the weight surrounding.
    I hear the silent screaming of a person so strong
    That the acceptance of humanity left them.

    When I look in the mirror
    I don't Just see reflections
    Cos reflections would always be there.
    what I see is trembling and fear
    That one day, that which i run from
    Would end up catching on in steps

    Over and over again into the mirror I stare
    Trying to see what's left of my dreams
    What's really left of me
    This image I see
    Is it truly a reflection of me
    Or just a picture in my head.
    ©olujobs