"Fist to the mirror"
There's only one person
That can hurt me like this...
She teases and taunts me;
Tells me nobody loves me,
That I'm all on my own,
permanently alone...
She whispers her lies in guise into the back of my head,
Her soft voice slipping past every defense.
She is the keeper of my nightmares,
Old dreams,
And every single broken promise.
She laughs at my failures,
And pouts at my successes.
I tried tuning her out long ago,
But it never works...
For every single time I try,
I might as well cry...
For every time I go to push her away,
My fist hits the mirror.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoesiaA book pf my poetry through my life, whether sad, happy, or even just numb... Please leave any comments, tips, or advice you would like to. Thank you so much for reading. This is dedicated to Joshua, Dan, and my siblings for the support~
