The Mystery Who Smiles Back


I am beautifully broken

So precisely cracked

Damaged, inside out

Upside down, and lost

In the dark, where I live

In my heart, in my mind

Closing myself off

I am happy in my solitude

Melancholy in my loneliness

Going one step at a time

Keeping madness perfectly balanced

And glue myself back

Mind, heart, soul – but


The mystery who smiles

Back in a enchanted looking glass

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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