What are you?
You are a colourful bird fluttering it’s beautiful wings in the air,
like a peaceful bulldog roaming around.
You are a meaningful, cracked mirror,
haunting and cursing me for seven long years.
You are the smell of grapefruit,
stuck in the abyss of the teachers pocket.
You are a cold fire freezing the Earth,
as if the ice age is happening again.
You are nothing.