Mirror
To point out that they are doing wrong
It is easy. Seriously.
Yet I sit here, hiding me from myself.
For I, Like all, have judged knowing I am too in fault.
A façade of righteousness,
The face of triumph.
And inside nothing but a failed attempt
To be what I say I am.
It is easy. Seriously.
Yet I sit here, hiding me from myself.
For I, Like all, have judged knowing I am too in fault.
A façade of righteousness,
The face of triumph.
And inside nothing but a failed attempt
To be what I say I am.
posted by Solo Yo at 9:43 AM
3 Comments:
hablame de eso! quien es tu mami!
ahora estoy intrigada
TUS IDEAS Y EMOCIONES LUCEN SALTAN SOBRE EL NEGRO DE FONDO....
BESOS
Great work.
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