It all started as a frightful little thought,
It grew slowly, from a horrendous thought to a heavy fretting
From a heavy fretting, to a weak sniveling
From a weak sniveling, to a silent, endless shedding of tears
No matter how hard I push them in
The tears inside me were breaking out
They can't break out
They shouldn't
All of these fears represent every painful thing that has happened to me
and to them, it might as well be a sign of weakness and disappointment
That mustn't happen. They mustn't see me in this way
I can't handle things anymore, I am too full
I can say that I was just cracked at first
But now, I am fully broken
The thorns of the spiteful speeches hurdled towards me had ripped me apart
and no matter how hard they tore me apart. I can't die
Why is that? Why can't I just fade away like my happiness?
Why do I have to live with this merciless massacre?
In the bitter end, all my little self could accomplish about this is cry
Cry and cry and cry inside until I eventually fall away
even the sky is crying for me tonight
Even he is pitying me
My soul might as well be painted blue
due to this crying within me due to the defamation that I've been taking
There's nothing else I could do
Than to just sit quietly and take this slander
While I slowly pass away inside
This is my life now
And there's nothing, no one could do about it
Not even me
I'm tired
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Reflections- a series of poems
PoetryTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
