siranswerer

my reflection

I cannot look my reflection in the eye.

Because he knows what I have lost.

My beard grows, because I cannot shave.

It covers my face like moss.

Its difficult to see behind me,

Without a looking glass.

But I cannot look my reflection in the eye.

He will not let me pass.

He is a different man than I.

He smirks, while I frown.

He thinks, \"You\'re lost, aye\".

While I think, of a way around.