Square One.A Poem by G. AndersonI look into the mirror. In doing so, I look into The perpetual sorrow caged Within the reddened eyes. I don't want to cry. I don't want to hurt. I want to be normal, And deal with my problems. But one slips away. It trickles down my pale face. This one is for a fight Between me and my best friend. But another ensues, escaping The soul's library of hurt. This one is for the person Who carelessly broke the heart. Several more free-fall to the Puddle on the sink. These Are because I miss and Pity my shunned father. I stare deeper into my Face, eyes preaching pain. I feel my eyes water In agonizing shame. These ones are for the health Problems- how I have failed Thy mother, and placed even More worry upon her. More plop into the puddle, But these are for the Depression. I am interested In nothing anymore. I push myself only For my mother's sake. So more saline droplets Trickle down my cheeks. Five tears trail downward, For I've lost my memories, My personality- the person I used to know and love. One is shed in vanity, For I'm uncomfortable in my own skin. They Unite with the other sorrows. More slip away, for this B*****d who claims my heart- If I had it, it would surely Break once again. Tears of anger find me. My family does not Deserve this social And mental turmoil. It is bullshit for some God to bestow this upon His children. He is sick, Twisted, maniacal. More tears stream down my guise. What did I do To deserve this? I think Life-taking thoughts. I peer still deeper. I do not recognize The face, hollow and Gaunt with anxiety. Alas, I cry no more. The sorrows congregated On the white sink glare Maliciously at me. I place thy hand Over them. I grab Them. I can't release them. I'm back to square one. © 2011 G. AndersonReviews
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StatsAuthorG. AndersonDetroit, MIAboutI'm Gage. I'm lame. All my stories I have experienced in at least one way or another. I use this site for self-help on recommendation from my psychologist. So, I'm not soliciting sympathy, and I c.. more..Writing
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