A race to find the answers
that twist and turn inside
burning with anxiety
with no place left to hide.
The cure unknown by victims
who fall by winter's door
fear and thoughts control me
I can't take it anymore.
So I curl up in poetry
expression my new game
beyond the window lies the hurt
where things are still the same.
I try to keep my distance
from the mind who plays the fool
the one I find within my world
a vision clear and cruel.
The mirror breaks beneath me
the glass is cracked and frail
a life of pain and discontent
so sure that I will fail.
An absolute perfectionist
my own worst enemy
I expect so very much
from all that makes up me.
Frightened of my shadow
afraid of getting seen
I stay inside this made up place
behind my written screen.
Unworthy of attention
self critical and too shy
alone in my own fantasy
waiting here to die...
Author notes
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A contest entry
- Mental Illness by piccola.
1000 points, ended November 13, 2007, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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the rhyme and rythem are great...plus you have captured a feeling so many of us share. I wonder then, why do we feel so alone? Thank you for entering and sharing this.
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Oh how true! You have captured depression so so well in this. I feel every one of the images you have set out. Wonderful piece! Wonderful flow and rhyme!
All the best with this 'right on' piece!
Gaylene
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I love it. Its awesome! Very nice rhythmic pattern and nice touch.
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