he would say he looks at himself all the time
every mirror he reaches,
he has to look at himself
but the late hours he tends to avoid the mirror
late hours,
he's not himself
he feels his nails turning into claws
and his jawline getting sharper
he feels he's turning into something he is not
something he'll never be
days pass,
and that mirror will always remind him
who he was once before all of this
all of the shame lingered down his spine
he felt like he was the monster everyone said he was
even what she said
she loved him,
even though he will never know it
days turn to months
and years turn into what seem like forever to come
she will never see who he was before all this
the biggest loss he has ever taken
just because he decided he didn't wanna do it anymore
"i will just push her away"
he thought
the mirror kept reminding him,
somewhere far away
is someone who loves him,
but will never understand why
he avoids the mirror,
because he sees something no one else can't
he remembered what happened,
and thought,
"how did i get here?"
yeah,
how did you get here?
how did i
get
here
i guess we both will never know
but as days pass
he will always be remembered as the man who was the coward
and he'll never be the man he was once
behind the mirror
and she will never be who she once was
because of a choice the monster made
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poesiadeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
