Inside of me

Masking

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. 

  • Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2022 19:18
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  • Lelouch Lamperouge

    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.

  • L. B. Mek

    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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