Gedicht Mirror
I'm a punk,
I'm a sinner,
I'm a lost new beginner.
I'm a threat to myself,
I'm a get Armageddon.
I'm a freak, I'm a trouble making rebel,
made a deal with the devil,
I'm my own worst rival,
Train wreck, white trash, freak, maniac, psycho. I get more and more strange,
I'm going insane.
But there in the mirror, I see a curious girl
With eyes filled with love, happiness and terrible pain.
She isn’t like me, she is happy, not insane
Her face is white but not scary
She doesn’t scream help me
Her life is not perfect but she is happy
Not like me cause my life is deadly
But if I look good I see that she is like me
Someone is terrorizing our lifes but she is free
I touch her hand, my hand on hers
Were looking the same, our eyes filled with tears
Is this reflection me
Is this the person I've become
Am I a product, created by this mirror
Or is this mirror created by me
I speak to myself in the mirror
The mirror speaks to me alone
is that realy you mirror, or is it just me alone
Now its clear that this mirror is just a reflection
Its mimicking every move, every reaction
Now I see what I’ll be
Now I see that this girl is me
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