Mirror is you who shows me what I am
Worth a shot, or someone you would obviously not
Eh, its modern day poetry, the beloved is out of the picture
Its just me, my anxiety and a cup of liquor
No, no, don’t get me wrong, I am not a drunk mishap
I am just trying to make it rhyme, one word at a time
Letting go of the jitters, I hear a creek
Building my defenses, I decided to take a peek
No, no, don’t get me wrong, it was just air
Knocking on my door, for it understood my despair
Been on my own for a long time with nothing but a pen
Holding the fort since I was ten
No, no, don’t get me wrong, I was eleven
I tried to rhyme this line too, but nothing comes to mind that rings like eleven.
Now, I may go on all night long, for sleep is an enemy
But I have to stop, or you’ll make me.
Life has been hard, but it is what it is
Lets leave it at that, to figure out what the damned fuck that ‘it’ really is.