I stare at my reflection, not knowing who I am.
I walk, imagining the world in blood shed.
My mind screams.
My eyes turn everything I see red.
People who in my mind worthless in a puddle of blood.
Your reflection is different.
You see the good.
I see the bad.
I see the truth.
You see the lie.
I see the horrors of the world.
Where everything is not perfect.
Where bodies of the people like me lie, dead.
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Author:
McKinsey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2017 11:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Only some will understand the true meaning if this, and if you do? You have my respect, it means you haven't had a easy life.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments1
Very deep and full of angst . Loved it.
Thank you! 💚💚
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