Where do I begin?
Flashbacks of the memories of myself
Like a black-and-white film playing
In the back of my head
Every little thing seems to magnify
And highlight every imperfection
Ragged-nailed fingers linger over...
I check my reflection in the mirror
Trying to fit a smile into a jigsaw puzzle
Even my own reflection doesn't recognize me...
Faint whispers coax my ears
While the outbursts of laughter quickly add
To the once monotone background
My own words are getting harder to hear
Like being chained underwater,
And still being forced to listen.
My cheeks soon flush with heat,
The warm eyes that penetrate so deep...
Have only left festering sores inside
Rejection feeds the voices
A never-ending choir of "you're-not-worth-it"s
And "you'll-never-make-it"s.
Insecurity is a diesease
A sickness with dangerous impulses of self-doubt
Something you can't control - a mind vertigo
Spinning your life out out control
Robbing the colours of life
Only allowing shades of dull and matte
Yet everything is still so clear...
It's a painful predicament between two opposites
Flashbacks of the memories of myself
Like a black-and-white film playing
In the back of my head.
Where do I begin?
Please tell me what you think.
Comments
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Hello Darling,
This is wonderful, I love the wording and order of the poem and the little repitition at the end it really adds some power to the poem! your a brilliant young writer, you need to write more often girly,
all my love,
Kitty xxx
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Thanks! And yeah, I know that I don't write often enough. It's just that I usually have to find something that sparks my interest before I can actually start (which isn't very often, as you can tell!
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Love you too <3,
~Faithful-Star
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