Ladders tremble when I approach
Because they fear
They fear
They fear what I'd do if I could climb them
If I could ascend those steps
I'd grow wings worthy of an angel
And simply fly away
To another life
To a happy life
Black cats run from me
Rather than cross my path
Because they feel
They feel
They feel my jealousy
Oh how I long for nine lives
Die and be reborn as someone else
Someone less pathetic
Someone less me
Mirrors break when they feel my reflection
Because they know
They know
They know how many of them I'd shattered
How I'd use their glass remains to reshape myself
Take some pieces off
Change, cut my body
Until nothing is left
Until I finally love myself
YOU ARE READING
The words I wrote for you but mostly for me.
PoetryThe things I want to yell from rooftops but that wither away in my notes app
