What's that staring at the mirror?
It's just you, ugly piece of crap.
Why don't you stare at it long enough,
To find what messed up your mind?
But how do you expect to see,
Something other than your flaws,
When you're so full of them,
You can't tell which one may be the cause.
Everytime someone leaves you,
You act like it's a sudden suprise,
You can't piece everything together,
You can't understand the reason why,
Yet the voices in your mind,
Always whispered quietly,
But after another person decides to leave,
The voices rise violently:
"It was you, from the very start,
You and your depressing heart,
It's you, you make everybody leave,
So why haven't you took the cue,
And left, just like others always do?"
YOU ARE READING
A Psycho's Poetry.
PoetryThank you @Scarlett_Ivy for making this beautiful cover ❤ go follow her peeps, she writes some awesome stories too! Some of the poems I write when I feel like putting my emotions in to words.
