A mirror never lies
When you look, what do you see
There's something not right with those eyes
I've never been so drenched in fear
Looking at my own reflection
I am unable to move
Held down by the weight of my sins
Like pins piercing through me
Will who I once was
Disturb the peace of who I've become
I want to smash the image to pieces
and stomp it beneath my feet
This is clever. Not sure if it was intended to, but it makes an effective skeletons-in-the-closet piece some of us know all too well. Haunted by youth or desperation, we sometimes fear that our growth or accomplishments...and the wall of separation we build around them can all be stripped away with a single exposure.
"Will who I once was
Disturb the peace of who I've become" ...my personal fav line.
Thanks. I wrote it in fear of habits from my past resurfacing, knowing that if they did, it would be.. read moreThanks. I wrote it in fear of habits from my past resurfacing, knowing that if they did, it would be like the past coming to life again. I think it expresses even more so the fact that as much as we'd like to run away from the past and who we were, we can't. The mirror wont lie, nor will it break. As much as I'd like to destroy it, as much as I want to I can't.
Sorry for rabbling. It's kind of an emotional poem for me.
10 Years Ago
NO, not rambling at all. That enhanced everything! I appreciate it.
This is clever. Not sure if it was intended to, but it makes an effective skeletons-in-the-closet piece some of us know all too well. Haunted by youth or desperation, we sometimes fear that our growth or accomplishments...and the wall of separation we build around them can all be stripped away with a single exposure.
"Will who I once was
Disturb the peace of who I've become" ...my personal fav line.
Thanks. I wrote it in fear of habits from my past resurfacing, knowing that if they did, it would be.. read moreThanks. I wrote it in fear of habits from my past resurfacing, knowing that if they did, it would be like the past coming to life again. I think it expresses even more so the fact that as much as we'd like to run away from the past and who we were, we can't. The mirror wont lie, nor will it break. As much as I'd like to destroy it, as much as I want to I can't.
Sorry for rabbling. It's kind of an emotional poem for me.
10 Years Ago
NO, not rambling at all. That enhanced everything! I appreciate it.
Hello, I guess. I'm 19. I write mostly dark and deep poetry, but I'm not averse to other genres. Reviews are cool. I take criticism well. I don't mind talking to others, so that's okay too. I like art.. more..