She thinks she knows me as she shakes her head at my reflection
Only the reflection radiates from an unknown entity
Someone else fails her in her mind
But I'm perfect because she sees someone else in my eyes
When she looks at me it's like I matter
Until the screen shows what I wish I could be
And then "the world is going to hell"
Like I was never a part of the masterpiece you've seemed to fear
To this day you pretend we're mistakes
But you don't know who you're targeting
Because I'm not who your family should be, right?
I'm not who you wished you could be in a flawed dream
You act like I'm supposed to be a copy of a twisted normality
Inside, you never stopped crying out for something truly fatal
It's simply torn me from my cradle
Why'd you stick me to this label?
YOU ARE READING
Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?
