I discovered myself the day
i looked inside
of a mirror;
I didn’t know i existed before
i found my self hung inside the mirror;
The mirror broke my heart into bitter pieces
by inquiring about the reasons i existed;
and now i scream
at every shiny object
that’s veiled the same as that ugly mirror.
For it had taught me to never trust a mirror,
it taught me to always question my bitter pieces for the better.
Who am i?
Am i the breath
am i me?
Am i the abyss?
am i some Him in the sky?
am i ?