It wasn't meA Poem by MinorArtI take over my own life and can't even blend in
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And then I see Muddy reflections of someone Bleak Along transparent lengths of a glass bottle Long dark hair Red lips Red nails Charcoal eyes White skin Lifeless, cold Bones She looks just like me She doesn't do anything like me If she doesn't do anything like me Why do you keep telling me she is me Dont liken me to monsters that roam my earth when I'm asleep Demons that leave my life in post apocalypse when they flee Hiding in dirt filled creases In trails of my self I cannot keep protected from thieves That come in the night and burn my bridges Spilling venom from my tongue in a voice that sounds just like mine But it isn't me The girl with flaming, glazed faces of people I could never be She isn't me Don't assign me tears that don't belong to me Those screams never came from me The violence: fluorescent; ugly She pried it from places In my heart that never nested those vices I don't know where she found them But she cloaked them in me It wasn't me I told you it wasn't me Scrape 'I told you so' across all my apologies because you can never say I didn't warn you loud enough I needed you to see me But you never listened You still think she's me The girl: inept, hysteric The mistake My monster She doesn't hide under my bed She walks over my life like she owns the place I'm hiding from her but she keeps finding me Melting into me, forcefully She isn't me Yet, in the wake of her destruction I'm alone, standing in the middle With all the fingers pointing At me Blaming me I try to pick up all the pieces and fix things Everything But after last she came to life Some pieces went missing I can't stick things back together I don't where she put them I remember nothing If I could just find them I know I could fix this Can you help me find them? ... Can you? Hey, talk to me Hello? © 2016 MinorArt |
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1 Review Added on February 4, 2016 Last Updated on February 4, 2016 Tags: Sorry, manic, depressive, alcohol, bipolar, mood swings AuthorMinorArtUnited KingdomAboutI'll stay up all night, with Rock 'n Roll and blues, drinking to pretty words more..Writing
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