I have to play your game
and follow all your rules,
I have lost all of my voice
since the day I thought
and I can't seem to forgive you
for going all the way,
but after all it is not me that has the last say.
Sometimes I look at the mirror and flinch.
I imagine all of my thoughts and wonder
if they could be removed with bleach.
I think, and I think and I fight and I still seem to be blind.
But maybe the fault is mine.
Maybe I am the hunter.
Maybe I'm not the shoulder.
Maybe I am not me but just a vision of a mind, a person and a great, great sky.
And maybe I am lonelier
than I could've thought,
but I am in fact just a mirror with drawn horns.
YOU ARE READING
Things I wish I've kept
PoetryThose are all a little poems I wrote. Some of them I was scared to publish and some I couldn't wait to share. I hope you enjoy them and maybe find a piece of yourself in some of them. Stay healthy!<3
