Cold, pale blue pools into your pupil.
The eyes I might have longed to see
If I never grew to fear their judgement of me.
Who I am, who I was, and who I am going to be.
I am your mirror!
And I can only do as you
So I start to hate myself as you do.
But why?
You gave way to all.
Why am I the regret?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem