As the photos are a bit blurry, I’ll transcribe the poems:
I wish it would shatter
Like glass under my heels
Just like a sheet of ice
When I close my eyes
That’s how the mirror feels
Oh mercy
Thousands have gone missing
Beyond the labyrinth of me
When you’re lost
You’re lost in your own company
NOTE: There’s another poem on the page as well: “In this hall of mirrors / built by liars / I’m a pale reflection of myself – Pool.” There are also a couple of drawings, a face of a man, some fir trees by the water (maybe?), and a strange face with a long nose and round black eyes.