DetrotsidA Poem by Livi MariottiIt's all twisted, is it?It's distorted, It's backwards, messed up, contorted. It is an exhausting mind to own, Spiraling and questioning. Thinking about what thoughts even are. I am losing touch with reality, Or am I? What is reality, and what shows that I would be losing touch with it? What is my level of stability? Now as I am unable to pull myself together, The word itself is morphing It is not the same anymore, is it? Does a word represent something new after it has been distorted? If my letters get misplaced, misspelled, misused, have I become a new word? Have I changed? What is my reflection reflecting? It's distorted. © 2016 Livi MariottiAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 27, 2016 Last Updated on July 20, 2016 AuthorLivi MariottiFranklin, MAAboutI'm Livi, yet another person living on this world. I hope to make an impact and write my heart away. more..Writing
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