The reflection in my mirror
is not the same as your eyes see
I see a shell of a broken woman
trying to stay alive...
attempting to feel,
something... anything...
shadowed eyes full of pain,
seeping sorrows droplets
disguised as a tear,
gliding down a broken cheek,
shattered...
a mouth that can not speak
words choke in the throat
scribbles lost in spluttered speech
depression surrounding my aura
curving my need for desperation
breathing in nought but sadness
exhaling, not any of it
holding tight to my shattered insides
while smiling on the surface
never letting it show...
you only see the mask of me
not my real reflection...
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2022 04:03
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Comments6
Powerful and well constructed.
Thank you
It's Kitty! She's falling to pieces. She isn't getting any...... well you know! lol.
I'm Kitty obsessed.
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Hahaha she is having a cat nap 🤣
then they went and plastered
'actual' masks on our faces
to deepen the divide and segregation
between our sense of self
and the who
we project ourselves to be
just
so as to survive, this precious gift
labelled: life...
(Brilliant!
for its purposed accessibility
heart-wrenching, sincerity
and self-assured bravery!)
thanks mek appreciate it
Even on a second read this is a wonderful poem full of open6and emotion my friend
cheers mate
Had to mark it a favourite! Absolutely brilliant!!!🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
aww thanks 🙂
Very emotive write katie, others never see beneath that mask we wear but I am sure that behind that mask there will be a light and that light will be seen by you in that mirror.
Andy
Cheers andy
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