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That Girl 2

I look at the mirror,
I see another image of her.
The one that keeps haunting me,
The one that'll keep killing me.
A tear dragged down my cheek,
Yet a drop of emotion I could not seek,
As I wait helplessly for her to take over,
Before I knew it It was already game over.

Calamity was all I sought,
But why was frustration what I got?
The mascara smudged all over my face,
Crying I tried so hard,
Why couldn't I accept this part,
This part already carved in me,
She just won't let me free,
From all the sufferings and guilt,
Cause I'm already starting to wilt.

Inside the glass casing I banged it continuously,
But to no avail it won't break!
I watched the mayhem she's causing,
The misery they're facing,
I screamed aimlessly but she won't stop,
She snickered and she's never stopping.
"I'm you now. You stay there and shut up," was what she told me.
I cry, I beg, I plea,
But she's going to keep on hurting,
Until I stop trying.

I looked at her slitting my arm,
I looked at her crying for hours and hours.
She's the 'me' now I couldn't stop,
She's already at the top,
No one could hear my screams,
I'll go on suffering and she'll keep on gleaming.
In the glass casing I had no way out.
I stayed there and let her took control,
Soon she took over and did whatever she wanted,
I could no longer stop her urge.
And then she left and succeeded.

I looked at the mirror and stare at the other end,
I saw the red, sore eyes and arms with cuts,
I touched the cold glass,
It was no longer another girl,
It was no longer 'her',
It's just me.

Author notes

A poem I made after a LONG hiatus. It's about this girl who actually believes someone is taking over her, she can't get out and that girl changed her. When that girl left, she returned and could no longer change back to her original self, as that girl already changed her. Yeah it's about multiple personality disorder, but with a bit of self-mutilation and depression.

any ways on how I can improve it?

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  • windy1987
    August 22, 2008
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    i liked this poem is sad but real. real people go though that kind of hings