untitledA Poem by Able Mableit's not really a poem.there's no rhyme or rhythem..just the thoughts that were bouncing in my skull one morning.Sitting on the porch Feeling half alive This skin doesn't fit this body, not anymore. A change needs to take place. I can't keep walking these paths.
Starring int he mirror, I don't see that little girl. Pretty in pink Spininng around without a care I see a weighed down conscience, bags under her eyes. No, she doesn't sleep at night.
Counting the mistakes, Chances untaken. They pile so high.. Can i ever climb that wall? If i do will i become a new, Or will i stay on repeat? Doomed to walk in circles.
Starring int he mirror, I don't see that little girl. Pretty in pink Spininng around without a care I see a weighed down conscience, bags under her eyes. No, she doesn't sleep at night.
A body so used, My heart kept from others. These secrets unspoken, they choke me. Wish i could breathe out the tension. Wish i had a pill to soothe this rage. Can i ever slay my demons?
Starring int he mirror, I don't see that little girl. Pretty in pink Spininng around without a care I see a weighed down conscience, bags under her eyes. No, she doesn't sleep at night.
I stumble in ambiguity. Blinded by my pride. Lost in slef doubt. There is no Cheshire Cat to point out my path. So i wonder as i always do, With the weight of my future on my back.
Starring int he mirror, I don't see that little girl. Pretty in pink Spininng around without a care I see a weighed down conscience, bags under her eyes. No, she doesn't sleep at night. © 2008 Able MableAuthor's Note
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Added on November 10, 2008 Last Updated on November 12, 2008 AuthorAble MableNCAboutI'm 19 years young. i love color, smiles, and songs that make your head bounce but i write in grays and blues with angry words while sad songs sing what i can't say. though i love my life and everyone.. more..Writing
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