The Lullabies That Keep Me Sane [A Compilation of My Poems]

Third person.

I’m sitting here,

Sitting here, trying to imagine, to picture, to grasp the perfect evanescence of my silhouette in third person

Mentally, I’m attempting to escape this bubble of self-bias imprisoning me to see myself from elsewhere

Besides my two eye slits and mirror

If I did

And if I did

If I could see

My figure there in the raven crowds

What would I see?

A marionette perhaps, silently struggling between the gossamer cobwebs of her tangled puppet strings

What will I see?

A fake smile, etching itself into her porcelain face of wishful innocence, even more so than her genuine frown, almost half-convincing herself of its realness

Almost… but not quite.

What will I see?

A countenance hardened by a backwards society?

A demented clockwork of emotions in her eyes, perhaps?

The little twinkle in them

tick-tocking ever too fast in her perspective

 but far too slow in “theirs”?

Maybe I’ll see a girl, who laughs with every truth that trickles from the crevices of her lips,

shaking it off as sarcasm or“Huh? Nevermind…”

Or, maybe I’ll see a girl fading and reducing to nothing by the millisecond

Slowly, particle by materialistic particle, getting lost with every minimal drop of knavery

Maybe I’ll see a girl who can’t even see herself.