Staring through mounted looking glass
Clear lens guide middling eyes
For pure sight
Cannot be, for what I see
Breaks the glass, leaving me thinking
Does what I see stare back at me judgingly?
Cracks sets, but the mirror suggests
That it wasn't thine sight
But the cracks of my mind
Reminding me of eternal inferiority
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Author:
ProfessionalPaperDigester (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was the second poem I ever wrote (to my memory) and is one, after going back to, I'm surprised by what my past self could write. This one, in particular, was about my fights with anxiety and the breaking glass being an illusion of a distorted reality. Everything crumbles when you think too much, or not enough. Its a mental scale and if you cant control it, your entire life gets taken over. Fortunately, I've been kicking its ass and I've done things i couldn't imagine when i first had this experience, and maybe you can relate as well!
- Category: Reflection
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Yes very very relatable. Kicking it’s ass, keep on!
A wonderful poem, that a lot of us can relate to. Feeling inferior, but we can be so much more! And we are! great write!
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