That thing in the mirror, It disgusts me.
I hate it but at the same time I have to accept that he's me.
I hate myself for reasons unknown to me.
Perhaps my face reminds me of my father's.
Perhaps it's every single memory locked inside this damn head of mine.
This damned brain, It won't let me forget the wrongs done.
Every single bad memory lives on like ghosts in my head.
Invading my thoughts when the sun dips below the horizon.
They hold me prisoner on the darkest of nights.
Every trauma, every heartbreak, every horrible moment.
They will never let me go
So here I stand before you, lost inside my own echo.
-A.U.
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
