i hate the mirror.
it refuses
to lie to me.
is this me?
it answers,
yes, it is.
it can't be,
i argue.
this
is
not
me.
i look myself
in the eyes,
eyes
still blue
but now
tired looking.
see,
the mirror says,
i told you
it was you.
you know
i would never lie
to you.
(6-12-2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem