I am my worse critic when it comes to my self image.. Poetry.. Paintings.. Etc..
I wrote this poem called
" bully in the mirror"
I see my reflection and continued to get worse.
Smash the glass.
IT was not the first..
evil thoughts attack my brain..
Is there truly help for the insane?
Digging deeper into the pages of what was..
All I hear is this buzz..
words swimming in this broken down mind..
hope is somewhere that I cannot find.
blood and guts of the refined..
truth and love seemed to never be combined.
sometimes I see myself and wish I was blind.
I WAS told I was one of a kind..
ha!
I see myself and continued at the shattered mess.
I remember that night and that dress...
innocent and pure ..
I start to bang my head on the door..
silent screaming ..
crying out on the floor..
wishing what I see was no more..
shattered bully still living on..
laughing at my self..
just don't belong..
Destroyed and deception reflects on my face..
All is needed is just a waste..
Darkness I see ALL in taste.
continue with my living race.. down and further away from my safe place..
Boundaries broken and falling apart..
Just unfixable..
Like me..
From the start...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
