Why is it that the mirror seems to reflect all our flaws?
My self esteem is a piece of glass, fragile, brittle.
Shattered and laying on the ground;
Put myself together but I must have forgotten glue.
Slowly becoming confident;
Only to be shut down.
Time to take a stand against my own insecurities;
Smashing every mirror, my hands are dripping blood.
Taking the glass pieces and placing them together;
This time I will make sure they last forever.
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
