Smoke And MIrrors.

How I love this one

Smoke and Mirrors.

In reality, I never did exist.
You don't even know me
I've played my little tricks.
You see me as you want,
But do you know how I am?
Can you see past the smoke, or
The mirror in my hand?

You have no clue how it is,
I hide myself quite well,
I don't know why,
You live a lie.
But I do know,
I'll never really tell.

This smoke is getting in my lungs,
I find it hard to breathe,
The mirror shatters and the shards,
Make me start to bleed.
Run away from this place,
Run away with me.

This world has become a horrid place.
Come run away with me.

-Diego

Author's Note

be nice aha

Reviews

[CourtNny]

Be nice? What for? This poem has a great concept and I enjoyed it.