The Famous False Depiction


One true love.

The expectation and fantasy i trained my self discovery around. The continuous re-evaluation that was entangled with defining my purpose based on having another heart mend my own. “Too big”, “Too talkative”, “Too complicated” - the ever growing phrases i mentally engraved into my reflection in the mirror. But what really defines our reflection? Is it our self proclaimed images or labels? Or is it the imprint reflected back at us through the eyes of another? When are we enough? When are satisfied? We subconsciously block the recognition of all the red flags through the use of rose colored glasses. We then welcome anger into our hearts when it self implodes. We consciously pack our open wounds with deception and infect them with parasitic people who are nothing more than a malicious place holder. We sit beside our gluttony at the table and become confused when the final meal appears to be dissatisfactory. A stomach full, but eyes that are starving.

  • Author: Katie Kindle (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2023 11:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: My inner self in its purest form
  • Category: Reflection
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