I threw my life into a suitcase and let it sink beneath the surface, water filling all those empty spaces
terror begins to take over I'm painfully suffocating.
I die again and again
repeating every hated mistake only to realize in the end there is no escaping it.
My image tarnishes as my anger seeps out into the open I assume you think the worst of me
and now what you've hoped for is finally coming.
There is no windex to remove the stains that have been burned into this classic mirror I consume.
Am I myself because I still breathe the same as others or could it be because everyone else stills see me as they always have?
I fear that with time I may be getting worse forming into a monster only I and his eyes can see.
How do I get free when there's no guidance to escaping this torture.
How do I turn back time and find myself as I once was?
Her touch, her eyes, her voice, all petrifying I feel devastated
because of her I almost hate that we are connected but...
she is just a part I need to love.
I pray that one day I will no longer Dislike Her.
Somewhere, somehow I will forget what tears us both apart and only then will I truly
Love Her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem