Looking into a cracked mirror, a reflection in which is scattered- broken and tattered.
A reflection of a person I can hardly recall, surely I must know this thing staring back at me?
Yet, I know nothing of this beast. All my knowings merely ceased. I want to explore this universe in which I, myself have implored. A dark reality far worse than anything you've dreamed, a reality in which I live. Eyes covered by glassy coverings, a reality blurred, things all seem to be stirred- into a concussion bitter in taste, one I'm forced to swallow, one I'm not able to waste...
Others see the person I am from the outside, (the person staring back at me) yet it's a beast! Don't you see?
I'm me- furry, horned, devilish- this is me! The person in which you don't see. Wearing the skin of this horrid creature to be accepted by those who wither- a shadow of a slowly dying ember.
I suppose I'm not real?
Possibly just a demented soul- one troubled by the past I'm too scared to behold?
Possibly- but I'll continue to wear this false skin, until someone lets the real me in.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoesíaA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
