My Spiraling Thoughts Turn Into Words

Definitively Me

I hate seeing my reflection
In the voice of others.
Its like looking into a funhouse mirror.
A warped image.
Simply what I appear to be.
But not who i truly am.

Like acid.
Those words slowly
Eat away all I can be.
Undermining my foundations
Pulling me further away from me.

I can see the expectation
On their faces.
The lore of my life,
Their eyes speak.
My desire to satisfy,
Makes my will grow weak.

But if my mother taught me anything
(after a couple bloodied lips
And incalculable beatings)
It would be that,
I can look away from the morrors
Of their voices.
I can stop reading the book writen
For me in their eyes.

Then I needed to
Open two books.
The one,
that teaches me what I need.
And the one,
Where I write my own story.

The one,
Where I become
Definitively Me

Definitive Me
Pineapplecoker

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So i read out Manias by -Apogee in a few hours...first book i ever did that with and one of the peices gave me inpiration to write this one.
I know i don't have many readers so far but who ever comes across this should check Manias, even if you dont like poetry im sure you'll love that one.
Oh and thanks for reading..whoever is reading. Maybe ill try being less anti social huh?

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