looking in the mirror its no longer me
just a broken lifeless shell is all i see
wearing the makeup and the right clothes
the fake smile, it all puts on a show
behind the mask lays scars and bruises
so much hurt tucked away, kept hidden
the brokenness that cuts painfully deep
i see the words you scornfully screamed
and how slicing in deep they do sink
they steal anything good that's left in me
within my reflection i despise every part
the mask claiming everything's alright
when inside everything is torn apart
looking in the mirror i see my struggles
how i try so hard to be so much better
your perfect mold i always try to please
to the point of dying just to be so thin
though never good enough i am again,
looking in this mirror i hate every piece
my eyes stare back always criticizing
revealing every ugly hidden memory
forcing a smile again to keep such an act
though i am tired of this masked charade
broken down, i am unsure of another day
shattering the mirror into many pieces
is this really me? i'm aching for clarity
looking into the mirror's broken shards
i see so clearly its perfectly reflecting
this shattered image of mine i truly see
and i wonder if forever broken i will be
A really great poem, really felt the pain and emotion in this. A fantastic write.
You are honest to pull out all things from your chest...this is good poem that felt so deep as it really expressed your feeling, thought and pain..i feel it real..Write more silenttpoet Girl_Unwritten Soul
I hate it when people look at my eyes... even in pictures. I consider them the windows to my soul and would shatter them if they didn't keep the cold out. There is however a freedom in wearing a mask as clothes and colors are only a facade. I like your words... they make me think of these things...
This was a really powerful and stirring write....brought a tear to my eye...fantastic....relatable -SG x
I wrote you two comments about this poem but I can't tell if they were posted. Great write. My heart goes out to you. [3
Love is patient, love is kind, and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things endures all things Love never fails; 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 If the person you are with doesn't have these qualities of love then that person does not know how to love. It's not you that can't be loved, it's that the person you are with that is incapable of loving. Don't ever try to change yourself for some one else. Your poem is deeply felt, touches my heart. Great write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was beautifully written. Just how I feel at most times. Love it! ! !