Another Eye Poem Poem by James Dean

Another Eye Poem

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?

Friday, December 27, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: dad,god,judgement,mirror
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success