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Mesmerized by the silvery shine,
I stare into the mirror of mine.
A twisted reflection back at me,
Are all the people I'll never be.
Teasing me with their perfect faces,
Gnarled into each others embraces.
To them it must be so routine,
I reach out to touch the puzzling scene.
Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Will I ever be as good as them all?
Inhuman, Inadequate, Defective, Imperfect.
Never as good, I had to disconnect.
So isolated in this dark room,
Content, yet trapped, in my self-built tomb.
As I twist into a distressing shape,
I cry and I try to find an escape.
Haunted by people who click so naturally,
I realize this world will never acknowledge me.
I stare into the mirror of mine.
A twisted reflection back at me,
Are all the people I'll never be.
Teasing me with their perfect faces,
Gnarled into each others embraces.
To them it must be so routine,
I reach out to touch the puzzling scene.
Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Will I ever be as good as them all?
Inhuman, Inadequate, Defective, Imperfect.
Never as good, I had to disconnect.
So isolated in this dark room,
Content, yet trapped, in my self-built tomb.
As I twist into a distressing shape,
I cry and I try to find an escape.
Haunted by people who click so naturally,
I realize this world will never acknowledge me.
Literature
Forbidden Songs
For my death I sing
***
This hate inside
It's neverending
My mind darkened
Desires for more
Meaningless tears
Shall flow forever
Wallow in this pain
Feel the coldness
***
Your wounds still bleed
With ripped heart you scream
Those pleads unheard
In this forsaken world
***
These wings used to cary us
...Now we are falling deeper down
***
When the despair
Becomes real
You fall
On your knees
Sobbing
***
With trembling hands
You still try to reach
My withering self
***
Silence is left.
Literature
Mirror Mirror
I stood in front of an unfamiliar mirror
It wrapped around me, showing three angles.
Stark walls with only hooks to hang clothing.
I strip to my bra and panties
Frowning as I glance in the mirror
I stepped onto the viewing platform
Next to naked; feeling exposed and vulnerable
I look into dark blue-green eyes
They stare back at me blank, in a scary way
My eyes move down, frown deepening
"What happened?" Escapes my lips
My skin is a battlefield, it's so obvious I'm loosing
I've been consumed, what isn't red and fresh
Is varying shades of pink and purple, colors of scars
Mo beautiful white skin anymore
I gingerly shrug on a lose
Literature
Lost In Thought
Sad
Oh so sad
Angel of mine
Give me strength
To carry on with my life
Love of mine
Be my whisper of light
As I remember these poisonous rivers
These unfiltered thoughts
Of old summer nights
The afternoons
Burning bright red
Sunset's flame over cloudy fields
And the hues of life dancing around
The canopy of stars
Gazing up
Mesmerizing crystal futures
Fragile steel pasts
Dictate the alliance
Between the here and now
These heartless fragments
Of memories blooming
From scarlet letters
Planted in our mind's grassy plains
Reap this requiem of loss
As the eyes find the silvery moon
These winds won't bring
Back the ones los
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this poem regards mostly my inferiority complex, but also touches down on my severe social anxiety ._.
so yuppers. my first legit poem in a while
tell me what you think~
so yuppers. my first legit poem in a while
tell me what you think~
© 2011 - 2024 Reynbeau12
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cool;Ive been goin on a couple years of anti-social behavior..its just to much bullshit,didnt really feel up to it,and the room i lived in has become like a sanctuary to me,and its gone now,but its like a place in my mind i can go anytime now,the memorys' so vivid,if you want you can see pictures,i have a folder called four-wall confinement in my gallery,at the time i was self-medicating,and i wrote all over the walls,and cover them with pictures and such,turned from a story of darkness to the story of how i found the light 