Player One are you ready?
I stare at my mirror and remember my pain.
I stare at my mirror and remember all those days.
I stare at my mirror in distaste.
I stare at my mirror saying "fuck you"
Why is it that when we look at a mirror we look away?
Why is it that when I stare at my reflection it stares back blankly confused in its state?
I stare and I turn my head, my eyes shoot back at it.
Damn this sounds like the movie inception, or that one where I can touch it and get dragged into the mirror dimension.
When I disassociate I blank out and stare almost as if a mirror was there.
What am I looking at?
What am I thinking?
What is the silence of cracking glass panes so violently streaming?
Glass can shatter from the softest touch....
Is that how mental disorders work?
Fragile panes of a child's mind completely strewn across the room, screaming "please don't hit me anymore, I'll be a good kid soon."
The memory of being hit cracks a child's mind to feel the fear they build when a hand would arise.
My mom would:
discipline...discipline...discipline...
Beat again...beat again...beat again...
"Why are you so lazy?"
"Why won't you stop talking in class?"
"Why won't you sit still?"
"Why won't you remember what I say?"
Door slams, screaming voices, cracking panes:
Thunder booms, nails on a chalkboard, fists on mirrors.
Why is it that when I stare at a mirror I look away?
Why is it when I stare at my reflection, I stare in hate?
Streams down my face I refuse to look back at my eyes in this state.
Poison dripping down my cheeks I wipe them in quickness I must show no weakness.
I stare at my mirror and remember my pain.
I stare at my mirror and remember all those days.
I stare at my mirror in distaste.
I stare at my mirror saying "fuck you"
You didn't fail, you're a failure.
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Dark Feelings Bright Thoughts
PoezjaLove Seems impossible. Darkness seems inescapable. But their is always a light somewhere within you. It's up to you if it grows or stays small.
