Confusion

a young man sitting in his room, his name no one knows

with a terrible secret of his demise

sitting on his bed, in his dungeon willing and waiting

always anticipating and fixating his gaze upon his own deception

reluctant to see the brutal truth that you don't need him needing you

 

a false one standing in front of him knowing the real on the inside

can't think straight, can't see right.

frustration stirs his dormant soul

he musters the sight and clarity to grab the false one's throat

the intensity in his eyes, burning not with hatred

but a yearning for knowledge

his fingers tighten, his knuckles pure white

his face turns red as he screams

WHO ARE YOU?!

his grip tighter than ever breaks the mirror he held

 

shattered and broken

he walks away from the mirror

still willing, and waiting for someone to tell him

who he is, what he is, to say they loved him

that he's treasured

Author's Note

i'm not big on punctuation or grammar, so yep

Reviews

[KeturahWrites]

Woah! At the beginning I was like wait whaa? and then as Kept reading it made so much sense it was mystery and deception written all over this story.(: Great job.

[tarasov]

wow jamesy....that was amazing and beautiful....i don't know what to say...it's in that moment of not being sure of who you are and needing someone to tell you. and it's so intense i can see the boys eyes screaming for an answer. great write :D

[Succubi]

this poem may be confusing to some
but i understand the essence of the confusion itself in this poem (or at least I think it do)
you have a dilemma that you don't know yourself, why things happen, and why you do certain things
i feel the same way...
nice piece...i can relate =)

[Flame DM]

this was interesting, and confusing, but the title says it all =]. It definately put a scene in my head and it does have great potential if you ever wanted to make it a story. It makes me curious about the other character that he's thinking about as he's smashing the character. good job =]