I look away
but not before stealing a glimpse
of the reflection staring back
Sad brown eyes
full of pain and sorrow
lies of yesterday
and worries of tomorrow
unanswered questions prancer
in my head
like ballerina dancers
pirouetting in never ending circles
challenging
who I was then
and who I am now
at one point
young and naive
so quick to believe
and so easy to deceive
falling for everything
and yet now
everything is falling
apart.
a part of then
still lingers within
and mingles with
what has become
and no one knows
what it really is
things aren't always
what they seem to be
too caught up to really see
the turmoil inside of me.
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