as the fog fades away
i am left with a blur
that is my reflection.
with a single swipe of my hand,
i attempt at wiping it away
so I may see myself clearly,
but all I am left with
is someone who looks nothing like
who I want to be.
someone who acts nothing like
who I want to be.
i am left with someone who is a disappointment,
and i remember why
i never let my hopes get too high.
i almost thought
for a moment there,
that i could be who i have
always wished I was.
now that i have lowered
my expectations of myself,
i wonder if i am wrong.
i wonder if maybe i am
who I wish I could be,
but I am just never
satisfied, constantly
romanticizing a person
i will never be able to become.
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Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
