I Judge Books by the Cover

about losing yourself

 

I am a book.

I have chiseled and carved
The cover to be
Some masterpiece the
Author
    myself
Has set out for it
To become.

Displeased.

I dug deeper and bled
A gracious amount
of ink.
I cut this way and that.
Creating beautiful shapes
And despite the pain
Took joy in the
    so-called
Improvement.

Only to find
Some words had gone missing.
Those words,
Were mine.

 

Author's Note

I bet if you read my journal entry, you'd understand this a lot better.
But if you already know me, then maybe you do get it~

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

so truthful, sometimes its crazy being your own worst enemy

edit
and re-edit yourself
and the results forever produce some
sort of unhappiness

[Stephanie]

This is extremely intriguing to me. I love the idea that we are all masterpieces of ourselves that we alone create, but that the image is just a persona for the world. Inside our pages, we're constantly editing who we are and changing things back, creating a total mess and lose ourselves completely (losing our own words as you put it). I think this is a brilliant exposure to humanity in general, how we are never quite satisfied with ourselves....

This one was amazing.
:D