Describe Myself Poem With Rhyming Words นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I catch my reflection in the blurry surface. I look... pale. Messy. Lost. Like a stranger wearing my skin.

A voice so soft. So calm. So new. Rises right above her. Lifting through the embers. A phoenix. I frowned at the poem and when I read it repeatedly to myself, I could help but ask myself, who was the “She” in this poem? Could this poem be about me?

It is in these moments that I feel alive, my soul dancing on the edge of oblivion. Call me the devil or a beast, but yearnings roaming like a hollow being made me lose my mind in the depths of despair. The pain and suffering I inflict upon others is a reflection of the torment I endure within myself, a desperate attempt to feel something, anything, in this desolate existence.