The Poetess Poetry's Favorite Collection P.1- Of Artistic Genius-read, response, enjoy & be amused!

I got me!.!-if comments were the small idiots and I guess I am the biggest moron_

Hey guys made this radical ideal while reading this awesome books called "love you, hate you, miss you"

read it too if you want no pressure anyways yea here it is there it goes I am dedicating this one to my awesome fans and the soon to be fans I hope everyone likes this one its a little different I thinks so enjoy before its gone or going...

TITLE: I GOT ME!!!!

I am breathing and bleeding..

I look at this, my reflection and I can't stop myself from wondering..

"How did I get like this?"

I hate myself..

And I am showing it everyday..

every single day...

When I creak a smile so big, and wide..

It looks like it feels..

Forced, fake, and broken...

I wish i could just make it look

more real..even if it isn't..

I am looking at myself..

I am a dead ghost, and a hollow shadow..

I wanna close off the world with my eyes..

But I can't..Its a revelation of just another

reason of something to regret..

Even if I was blind.. I know they'd see something that I couldn't..

Nor do I want to..either..

I look at myself and I know what I am and

What I am not..

Who I am

and who I am not ..

I wanna break that damn mirror..

burn it

disarray it

dismal it

till its another thing taking up space..

I was picking up the transparent glass and putting it in..

my clean, bear, hands,

I want to make something I can control..

By myself..I want to make rain..

Fall from my fingers..something ...scarlet..red..

But I also want it to be carried away in the wind as rose petals..

I curse the world I live in..

I hate myself for being involved with it..

I breathe out and exhale in taking the whole world as it is

A toxic wasteful greedy planet ..

I' m thinking of all the things people say..

but never actually do..

Change is the ANSWER

but what's the solution?

I pretty sure I am living that's correct!

But I am not here, for real.

I'm solid but empty..

I am dreaming of a place yet born and that will

never exist as nothing more..

I live.. and I only have one opportunity for life..

The whole world I dream of..

its better, cleaner, and less everything of this one..

That I am living in, now.

Its doesn't yet have a purpose to serve..

Its not what everyone thinks, its suppose to be..

It just is..There to behold..

I am breaking..crumbling like fire to paper when they touch and alight..

I am breaking like a promise forgotten and given for something else..

I am falling, crashing like a million tears escaping unnoticed when it rains..

I hate myself, and I love it the reason that I know that..

If only yea "if onlys and what ifs" were the question to life..

I forgave your patience but won't forget you ignorance..

of this..

I look in that damned mirror..

past that reflective glass inward..

to a better place that's..

Untouchable like a baby yet to be born..

unreachable like the stars in the sky..

its not tangible for one to have for there own selfishness..

I wanted it..

craveD it..

desired it..

I wanted you..

to understand and be understood..

Don't you get it already (dear readers)

I wanted...

I wanted myself..

the other half stuck and caught in the mirror yet to be released..

So I..

broke,

tore,

destroyed..

it with a baseball bat in one hand and my fist in the other...

I put my hand in and pulled but instead of getting what I wanted..

What I desired..

I..received something more than expected..

It was..it was..

me.. and I toke it and

held it

embraced it..

Like that old saying "The only one to save you, catch you before

you fall from that misstep, and hit the ground.."

This part get's to me it really does..

" is yourself.."

Its YOU!

Your the other half I have been searching for that I had lost..

I got myself and I am whole once again its hard to believe..

Like i said before..

All I wanted was you..oops

What I meant was I wanted me..

That's why I am breathing and bleeding..

So really I couldn't ask for anything more

than this

I wanted me..

Like those kids at the candy store..

I got what I wanted

I guess Christmas come early..

I got myself..

me...

I hope you caught on the first time around reading..

I want you I mean me..sorry haha..

my mistake... Well I got what I wanted did you?

Well I hope everyone especially mine newest of new fans like this and stuff and I want your thoughts and what bits and piece did you think were the best part of the whole pie poem and I would love to know.. and I hope you come back for seconds..and if not )sniffs) really it was that bad.. that's you didn't want more? well seee yea