i slowly recall
the nights i danced with the devil
the days i made the worst choices
it seemed like a miracle
as i stood in front of the mirror i made
for myself
my fists gripped onto a wooden bat
my being was perfectly aflame
i despised the vices i tangled myself in
i hated how i fell for my own deceit
i hated how i refused the receipts
control was relinquished
for a split second
and i raised the bat over my shoulder
shaking like voltage
ready to take a swing at the angering glass
until an angel suddenly interfered
and sent a whisper of reassurance
and at that moment
i realised
that none of this
would solve anything
so i slowly dropped the bat
and walked away
from the demon inside the mirror
from that day on
something changed in me.
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too young to be this sad | poetry
Poetrythe thousands of colours, dreams, and thoughts running to me at 2am, condensed into a little garden of poems and prose. ・・・・・ ✁ - - from the author : this is my first piece of work on wattpad omg i'm scared i hope you all enjoy 🥺🖤