Looking at myself
I am looking at myself a perfect looking glass
and it wasn't a pretty site
All I know is what I have been told by others
Which was all the evil things of this world
I was told many things...
I am a terror to behold by anyone
I was a mistake
As I remeber these truths...
I slash and shatter the Perfect Looking Glass
And as My Image fades away from view
and becomes A MONSTER...
A Demon inside...
The Hyde of Mr. Jekyll
Oh how I wish I could have changed that image.
FOREVER...
But...What is Happening
?
This poem is about:
Me