I don't like what looks back at me in the mirror
The flaws has never been more clearer
I can try to hide the fact
But it always seems to come back
That thing that watches me in the mirror
It's thoughts tell of rot and eventual decay
It wishes to share, but there's no words to say
It runs, it tries it's best
But down it feels in it's chest
It can't run away from the deep-rooted decay
It bleeds regret and it swallows lies
It's very hand hurts those in it's life
It's tongue is split and bitter
It's love brings blight and wither
It's very self is one pure lie
I don't like what looks back at me in the mirror
It's thoughts has never been more clearer
No matter what my head comes to bring
I will always be that pathetic thing
It that stares back from the mirror
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Jal (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It feels like the harder I try, the easier it is to fall right back into the same routine. Happy, depressed, happy, depressed. Gotta love how that works. But, yknow, maybe if I can just hold on to a smile and give it some effort, maybe I can delay the inevitable thoughts again, even for another day, yeah? Yeah. If only for another day.
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Comments2
Self loathing ministers from the pit.
We are all made in God's image
That's no shit
From the depths of despair
We all can grow
To take our inheritance
At the foot of the throne.
a relatable read, thanks for sharing
(maybe, we need only realise
'it's okay: to not - be ok'
then, afford that mirror reflection
a small merciful smile
as your poetry, wisely suggests
and let that
be our anchor, to fall back upon
when the sea's
start getting rough, yet again
when we arrive
at those brief, still waters of relief
we find a new anchor
add to our survivor's fight, armoury
one anchor, at a time
we forge our unbreakable, spine
fly our flag, high
on that mast of self-excavated
worth! and
in each daybreaks, Aurora success
hope for the best)
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