Unprecedented memories still haunting me
Neglected by the kismet that has chosen to side with you
The endless cuts and scars it has left me
Forbid the shards of my past from incapacitating me to death
For it got so close
I look into that broken mirror
And see a person, a face that can't fathom the thought that it was me
Everyone has believed this false faze you project
But not me
I realized this mirror that you showed me was faulty, broken even
It wasn't truly me—
It's was all just an image you wanted the world to see...
YOU ARE READING
A Poet's Dictionary
PoezjaPoetry: literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
