The Life of Me

Another Poem I made

Someone liked the last poem and I asked them if they want me to post another and they said yees so here we are.
(BTWs REAL DEEP)

What do I see, when in front of a mirror?

Is it really me?

Because it disappeared.

That reflection I called my own, is nothing more than a shattered tomb.

I turn around to find millions more on just four walls,

All seemingly thousands upon thousands of feet tall.

All of them look like me, but they’re not.

It's all just the person you forgot.

That me I see is the me I wanna be,

But that’s not me, it is only a reflection of my doubts.

People say that the rival of love is hate.

But I see it a different way.

Doubt is my true enemy!

Hate gives you a chance to look away and turn around,

But doubt is already on your back, already ripping your spine out,

Doubt is the ugliness on my face, the choices I made,

There, they’re written all over my face, look at me.

I am the creature that doubt has made.

The me in the mirror is the one that was carefree, happy, confident, and so much more.

But that was simply the me I see in the past,

Stuck in the time that will never last.

Doubt is what makes you afraid of me,

The one here, the one you see.

I want to be the person I was and not the shell that doubt has made me into,

I don’t want to be doubt’s host no more!

I want to break free from my chains, the ones I made to hold back the doubt.

But I can’t, I’m afraid that no one will accept the face I have.

The face that holds no love because I doubted myself, thinking everyone else didn’t love me!

But I know that not to be true.

I love everyone else, now I just need to love myself too.

I want you to remember me, not as the face you see, but as how I wanted to be.

Loved, remembered, important, and, most of all, happy.