Who Am I?

[Bry89]

I talk to myself
To the mirror
For no good reason
Just because

Looking to myself
And see the confusion
That I am
How on earth
Did it turn to this?

I see myself
Not in the same way
As I should
Like before

Who are you?
What am I?
What have I become?
I hate myself

(Who are you?)
(Who am I?)

Shatter the mirror
Its pieces, my own skin
It now represents
A permanent sickness

I look to myself
I converse to myself
For one more time
To know just why
I regret everything

[RhymeLovingWriter]

A sorrowful soliloquy you've penned for us today Bry89. Hope the days are brighter soon.


Regret, it rears a head
unwanted, fully vaunted,
leaving wake of wondering
against what might have been.

[Bry89]

I actually wrote this on the perspective of a drug abuser, but it can be interpreted into anything else.