Who am I really?
Just a person
With meaning
But I guess I am broken
Or so says my
Reflection
It says I am worthless
A fool
With no purpose
I look at the surface
And find nothing worth this
Because you left me broken
My heart cracked and open
But you can't see nothing
Except my reflection
I am me
I am nothing
I am here
With eyes wide open
Just look beyond
The reckless
Picture upon
Eyes shining bright
With the tears of rejection
That's what you wanted
Shallow perfection
I am me
I am nothing
I am here
With eyes wide open
You can breath out
And I can breath in
There is always
Something
Beneath the nothing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem