The Man In The Mirror (Poem)
As I stand and face the mirror, I wonder to myself. What do I see? Is this really me? Is this someone that I was always meant to be?
When I look into the mirror, I see a man trying his best but always seem to fail. My happiness seems harder and harder find like it was the holy grail.
The darkness that surrounds my eyes are signs of my constant struggle from within. Every thought, every sound, every frustration just leaves me ready to give in.
I'm so exhausted, I really don't know how to continue on. All the hard work that I have done feels so pointless, I feel like a complete moron.
People always tell me that when you work hard, good things happen. Now they are all probably sitting in the shadows, staring at me laughing.
The noises won't stop and leave me to rest. My mind races with thoughts and questions, leaving me to wonder is this really my best.
Will this ever end? Can be something I throw away with a simple flick? Or maybe I can just make all go away with a sound of a click.
Maybe this will keep me from going insane. Deep down I know, I will no longer feel no more pain.
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