Inside of me,
A schism between two sides.
One with horns beneath the skin.
Where you have muscles, I have sin.
I'm always hot, burning from within.
The doctors have no answer,
And they sell not a pill.
To save the long gone,
To heal the self-hated.
To fix the broken glass,
I stand in front of a mirror,
And I see not a thing.
Inside of me.
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If happiness had a form, what would it look like? It might be something like glass, because one doesn’t notice it normally. However, it is actually there. As proof, if you look at it from a different angle, the glass will reflect light. It will state its presence and existence more eloquently than any other thing in this world.
you had me at 'A schism'..
and the Me, I recognised
in your words, made its presence
felt
all through, the rest of the read
as-if, I was in one of my
meditatively introspective, moments..
I laud your bravery!
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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