I stand in a room filled with mirrors.
Every flaw, every wrong angle staring back at me.
Taunting me.
Turning back time, entrancing me to watch as my life turns upside down,
And I can’t stop it.
All the hurt,
All the pain inflicted.
Horror washes over me and I lash out, smashing them,
Smashing everything in sight.
Adrenaline kicks in, making me capable of anything.
My worst fear, unleashing.
I stop, just for a moment, to examine.
Shattered glass all around me showing my broken face,
Matching my broken heart.
It’s all a show, nothing is real.
Nothing ever is.
They say I’m crazy, and maybe I am.
I’m stuck in my mind, trying to find a way out.
I didn’t know shutting out the world, meant forever.
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Trapped in insanity only to try to break free and only then you realize that by breaking free you have cast upon yourself the true essense of insanity and isolation matching your outer shell with your inner feelings well played out piece of written you have penned
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Your comment might be better than the actual poem! Haha thank you!
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beast! Re, I loved this one! it's so simple and then complicated at the same freakin time!
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Ahh thanks!! haha i was in a really weird mood when i wrote this. I was going slightly insane. Lol.
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i love the whole mirror imagery thing you have going in this poem;
especially 'shattered glass..showing my broken face matching my broken heart'.
very good connection between the metaphor and the theme.
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Thanks! I'm glad i'm not the only one that likes it.
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