How Do I Look?

White blood

I miss looking at myself in the mirror.

When I could actually stand to see my face.

There was color in my eyes,

A bright future in front of me.

                                                            Now I can't help to avoid.

The damage that's been done,

By the world that's around me.

I can't look at myself anymore.

                                                                  There's scratches and burns,

Partly from my own doing.

Where I could swim to the shore,

I'm now drowning.

                                                                    Where else do you have to go.

When you make yourself sick.

All you do is cry.

Now you don't even know how you feel.

Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etYtpKN8TgM

Can I just take a moment to retry my life. Rewind that clock and make it all better. I could be of some use to my friends, to those I hold dear. Instead of this weak thing full of insecurities and hoping the next day I won't be around.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Deep and powerful thoughts in the words.
"Partly from my own doing.
Where I could swim to the shore,
I'm now drowning."
Above lines are true for many. Hard to face, the face in the mirror. Thank you RIV for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote