#2331-Annoyance
Looking back,
Into mirrors past,
Is harder than it seems.
I find it hard to tolerate,
Those inherited parts,
That lie dormant in me,
Yet now thrive in him.
Looking back,
Into mirrors past,
Is harder than it seems.
I find it hard to tolerate,
Those inherited parts,
That lie dormant in me,
Yet now thrive in him.