Question

The clock keeps breathing,
but not for me.
I move through shadows
where no one sees.

Laughter drifts past,
but it never stays,
just echoes that taunt
my hollow days.

The mirror shows a stranger’s face,
tired eyes, an empty space.
And though I scream,
the world won’t hear,
I drown in silence,
year by year.

Answer 1

dark...but interesting

Answer 2

jus like my mind

Answer 3

This is lowk good prince

Answer 4

fire cuh

Answer 5

nice good job

Answer 6

very nice poem