Evil Mirror

Just a random writing while trying to fall asleep

Forced into a corner with no window to break

My mind screams out from this heart piercing stake

I am not evil nor am I a demon

I came to try and live a life, a dream.

Not to be beaten until I scream.

Who are you to condemn me to hell?

Who are you to stress out my heart?

I just wanted to be left alone even if I did not have a home.

I wanted to eat the wheat of the field, enjoy the fruits of the land.

But you came at me ready to saw off my hands.

I am done with you, your face I do not want to see.

I am break free from your enchanted strangle hold.

I will break this filth ridden mirror no more to see the image staring back that is not me. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Who are you to condemn me to hell?
Who are you to stress out my heart?
I just wanted to be left alone even if I did not have a home."
I like the directness and worthwhile questions. Hard to see the face of youth. I like the above lines. It seem we are led and have little control. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Ruth]

We do sometimes gather strength enough to want the light...good to see you hon...and to hear from you x