In deepest corners of my consciousness
In the core of what is not
Images abound this thin frail line
This room of double barreled answers
Trying to decipher reality amongst true lies
I've split myself in sevenths trying to get to who I'M supposed to be This coating I wear looks strong; it looks crystal clear
But my mind will deceive me yet
I've fooled myself more than once and now my surface has scratches through and through
I am not the pinnacle of steel
I am not the perfect ideal
My mind is a thin barrier
(A minor protection)
Though I've tried to block the sound I still hear them loud and clear Here in the dark
In my Plexiglas mind
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Written December 16th, 2004
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Always Good
Hmmmm... What to say? Youre old ass poetry from 04' is pretty money. I hope you see this one day, and hit me up with a hello. scrapsnik@yahoo.com.
I always enjoyed reading your stuff.
It makes me feel so fine I can't control my brain...hip hip...
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Shanna, this is great, seems very meaningful and emotional, keep up the good work girl
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