Most mortifying, glassEyes – unclear cloudsGather, refracting thoughtsAcross a grey surface,The land of misunderstanding.
me and my mirrordrawing dissimilar blueprintswith all my third party portraits;me and my…
I’m old enough
Oh !
Bent down —I saw me in waterStood up — I saw me in glassNowhere, I saw you in meTill…
I hope;The world,doesn’t look at me,the way I do.