I have to confess
That my mind is a mess.
But I can finally see
That the culprit of the scene,
Contrary to my belief,
Is none other than me.
When I look at my reflection
All I want to see is perfection,
Someone worth affection,
A person with good intentions;
So seeing myself instead
There's a voice in my head
And it says that I'm worthless,
While others say I'm flawless.
Feeling the need
Of maintaining my facade,
I do all I can to keep
From them that I'm flawed.
My mind keeps racing,
Flooded with anxiety,
Feeling like I'm aching
Because I wanna be accepted
By what you call society;
I start judging my capacity.
I don't know why I'm so affected
By the look of the other.
But I recently discovered
That it's all in my head:
No one observes my every move,
So I dont need to prove
My worth to anybody.
I've always thought
The eye of the other was the blame.
But then it hit me like a shot.
So I admit in shame
That its the one in the reflection,
The one expectant of perfection
That keeps me from happiness,
And fills my heart with darkness
Before my true self was blurry,
As if looking into the mirror of water,
I was escaping reality in a hurry
Ignoring the fact that I falter.
But now my reflection is crystal clear,
I look in the mirror and I seem drear;
Its what that voice inside me is doing.
I need to start pursuing
My goal of improving
Instead of justifying and proving.
Now knowing this
I surely cannot miss.
I know I have to change this side,
This fact I cannot hide.
I only need honesty
With myself and the world,
And a bit of modesty
For the inner balance to hold.
So I will do my best
To drop the mask and be more human
And the grip on control to loosen
And to finally rest.
Thank you all so much for your support. I'm actually really happy because this book is #604 in poetry with 257 views (and I initially thought no one could ever like my crap poems hahaha)
I'm so grateful to you all
And happy New Year by the way!💕💕 I hope you all had great holidays and that you will have a great 2018 too!
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PoetryP O E M C O L L E C T I O N If you read ahead You will take a tour around my head My thoughts all spread Even the ones left unsaid. (first book)
