It is quite cool outside today
Aha! What a lovely day
To feel the rain, so tender
I am the money, you are the spender
Together we make quite an odd little team
You tell me, untrue, it makes me scream!
I am the ghost, and you are my shell
Existing within you is existing in hell
I see through your eyes, they break my mirror
I am screaming, "I can't even hear her!"
She does not exist within my soul
You, my shell, are taking quite a toll
On this spirit you've captured, locked away
As I go to sleep, after another hellish day
Of being this shell that I cannot change
You laugh at me, saying, "Oh how strange!"
"How strange it is for you to not hurt
In fact, I assumed you'd be underneath dirt
Banging on the golden gates to Heaven
Banished, been this way since age eleven
So as you fall down in to hell, oh so hot
You'll at least turn into who they thought you were not
YOU ARE READING
phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
