Dark Mirror
What do I really see that I hate
Is it something that makes me so intimidated
Is it that I always wake up feeling dead inside
Is it that I shatter into pieces without any worries
Being around is like dying hundreds of times
The memories that fade inside of me....
go away like gunshots blasting one by one in my soul
When I think of the future...hatred goes by so fast
As if it shows faith coming from the past
What can be interpreted to visualize real pictures
What can I really see?
Is there evil that can't come out?
Or is there just...hate, racism, jealously, pain, pressure, worries, mistakes, death or
even doubt
But what can be in this mirror?
Is it death or just dark?
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