Journal

I ready to write about my day
pen and paper in hand.
My thoughts are blank.
I have nothing to write.
Suddenly, I see an image.
A reflection of me.
And my inner thoughts and feelings come to flower,
and I am lost in my mind once again.
As I prepare to write, I realize.
My paper is torn.

Um although I don't really appreciate poems but after reading this... Um is it supposed to have irony somewhere? =/
It was pretty nice and I was thinking if the last sentence was supposedly ironic or something >.< Sorry can't remember literature lessons lol -.-"
But its good (maybe for the eyes of me only). (Not sure if I was supposed to laugh at the last sentence?)

My thoughts were..I had torn my paper while thinking about the day, pointing out that I had a bad day? o_O

Oh great. Maybe I need to retake literature lessons lol.
Can't even understand any poems lol >.< Got what it means now =P This makes the poem sound better =]