Date Written: July 26th, 2020
Date Published: July 26th, 2020
"Who Could That Distracted Girl Be?"
If I look in the mirror,
Who will I see?
And are we sure, that's myself,
Staring back at me?
Because I didn't just feel my lip twitch,
Or my eyes blink,
Or feel myself breath in slowly.
Are we sure, that's me?
Because that girls hair is a mess.
She hasn't brushed it in days.
And why does she have such heavy bags under eyes?
Are we sure this isn't someone else's disguise?
I don't remember letting my acne get this bad,
I don't remember letting my face get this dirty,
I don't remember leaving my hair alone this long,
I don't remember biting my lip so hard it bled.
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As I'm staring at the person, who is supposed to be me,
I'm not sure what I remember.
Or who I'm supposed to be.
Why does it feel like,
I'm not even in my own body?
Like someone else is controlling,
This strange, hollow, puppet,
Like someone else is pulling,
These thin and weak strings.
Who's that girl in the mirror there?
What mirror, where?
Who could that distracted girl be?
Has she completely let herself go?
Does she care any more?
I wish I had answers,
There's so much I don't even know.
I'm not sure my cheekbones jut out like that,
I don't remember my nose being that pronounced,
I don't remember my hair being so frizzy,
Or my teeth so yellow.
Who is she?
Why are that girls hands so dirty,
Why is her shirt stained?
And are we quite sure she's here and living,
And not the remains of something else?
Are we quite sure the soul inside her, hasn't moved on to somewhere else?
Are we sure that girl,
Is me?
Because I'm not.
And it scares me.
A/N: Well guys, sorry I don't have much to say after this poem. It's quite literal and doesn't require much explanation.
Just in case, if any of you are worried about me, I'm fine. And I mean it. I can't say that I didn't have a rough day today, because I did, that's where this poem came from.
But I'm in a much better place, mentally AND emotionally.
I'm working on getting someone who I can talk to, and I'm willing to put the work in to help make myself a better person, and give myself a better mindset.
I sincerely hope all of you are alright,
❤️.
Until next time, stay safe, stay sane, and I hope you all have a (REALLY) wonderful day!
💛~Laurie~💛
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