Denial
Look in the my eyes and you’ll see nothing’s wrong
Look at my smile and think I’m a happy girl
Observe my past and feel suspicion
Read my words and feel the pain
Dismiss any hints or clues
Clear your mind of and doubts
I smiled
I’m happy
Nothing is wrong
Look into the mirror
I can fool myself
Hide the weakness
Now it doesn’t exist
Reread my words
I was simply bored
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is wrong
Nothing. Is. Wrong
Alone with our thoughts
We try to escape them
But locked in a room surrounded by truth…
You can’t run
You can’t hide
There is nothing to be done
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
Something is wrong
No there isn’t
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Denial such a worthy opponent...if it would but stay in it's proper place the unconscious....yet as the poem dictates it will no stay in it's proper place and to worsen the dilemna even mirrors talk