Reflections of Myself

A Poem by DriDri

I live inside a shell
no bells and whistles,
just a place I like to hide.
Inside, sleeping in a small cold bed,
is my self esteem.
Placed upon the headboard
are the things i'd like to forget.
Above that rests a dream catcher,
holding onto the good.
The walls are my bruised insides,
purple with the punches I've dealt myself.
Bleeding down the walls are my regrets.
Paintings hang, just like fake smiles,
to cover the pain i've gained
from glancing at the curtains which hide
one way windows.
I look at them and see misery
but is it really only tears I see?
Maybe it is the real me I see.
Tears that fill the sea I see.
If only I could see what you have
seen in me.
Maybe my room would be
a brighter reflection of me.