Search
Mirror On The Wall
As I stand in front of the mirror tonight,
I cannot look into my eyes,
Shocked at the things I do,
Surprised at the words I drew,
To write poetries on,
To draft letters long,
Carving my own grave,
With flowers and eulogies prepaid.
As I ask the mirror on the wall,
Who is the brainless of all,
It laughs so hard,
That it shatters,
Scattering pieces unbothered.
I collect the pieces,
One by one,
In none I can meet my eye,
Without no hatred lathered.
Comments