Shattered Glass

Raindrops fall from
dark clouds, and
i wonder at who i am
mirrors hung along the walls
shattered glass slicing
at my sanity

i’ve lost myself
drifting off into
daydreams, and the
lines are blurred
of sleep and wake

so damn lost
so damn blind
looking for meaning
i will never find

lying to myself
and that’s the
tragedy of it all
who will i be
if i tell myself
the truth?

who will miss me?
who will care?
begging for darkness
trying to know
the end of the sky

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

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