Days and weeks- so much time- has passed as I stare motionless into the looking glass
I see a stranger in the mirror but the person looks familiar
Lost in my whirling thoughts I can't remember much from my past
But I think that person captured in this reflection is someone I'd like to forget
There is too much clarity in his eyes and that makes him my enemy
I break the mirror shatter the man so that he may never come back again
'There is freedom in remembering' he said but I disagree
No joy found in reflecting about yesterday you'll only find pain
In each shard I find a new friend/identity/mask
'How do you do?' I greet the air and laugh
I don't bother trying to calm the storm raging in my head
All the voices so far have kept me safe
They whisper that only in madness can you find freedom
In madness there is a promise of escape
From all the awful things lurking hiding under the surface that we all dread
Disguised in the form of reason
So why not lock it all away if all it brings is heartache
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Undone
PoetryA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
