I'd rather die than show you who I truly am.
When did it become a lie?
The essence, the bane of my existence, of what I am.
It's all a lie...
I'd rather sink and drown,
Watch myself lose all sense of security,
Feel my soul leave me on the ground,
Than tell you who's the real me.
Terrified you'd hate me,
Persuaded you'd leave,
I could never let you love me,
Could never let myself believe.
I thought it was a fact,
A well disguised truth,
That I made a pact,
With a devil that made me think I could still save my youth.
But these different sides,
These shattered shining pieces,
They cut deep and await for me to die,
Grinning as I lose my peace.
The devil wears Prada,
That's what I heard.
But you wear whatever to hear them say brava!
And then burry me in dirt.
Six feet under,
Looking up.
I feel the air run out and wonder,
If this is how it feels to be torn up.
The dark getting louder,
A new pressure building on my spine.
I was buried alive right under
A grave that wasn't even mine.
No name was engraved,
Like I never existed.
I let you get me erased,
Because I wanted to be recollected.
So as acid rain left my eyes,
As I stared back at a soul that I couldn't understand,
I tried to resuscitate someone that lies,
I tried to give me another chance.
Because it wasn't my real reflection,
That I stared at with vigor.
Just parts of shattered imperfections,
Just a beautiful, yet broken mirror.
YOU ARE READING
L.T.
PoetryIf there was a price in emotion, this book would cost it all... Our tears were melodies that made our feelings a symphony. My life flashed before my eyes. And I got to fall in love with you all over again. I'm fine. But that's a lie.
