Reflections come many a kind yours one way different comes mine.

Now when I look in the mirror my image couldn't be clearer but is who I see the true me?

Because we are all like a two edged sword and the mirror image we see is us backwards.

So do our image string us along, make us headstrong and all the time we see ourselves wrong?

You see her name was Affection such a lovely complexion, behold and get an ******* but she was very good at rejection, only collecting hearts for her collection.

She was the main dish, elegant, swish but she had a blemish and it was hidden in her mirror image.

Until one day her bubble burst, she felt she was under a curse so for knowledge she started to thirst and found her reflection was her in reverse.

And her problem she did address and she did it with zest, her true self became manifest and she got Blessed.

Now if you're experiencing rejection, people treating you like you have an infection and you can't seem to make a good impression, it could be misdirection.

When you look in the mirror do think, I'm too hip, I'm all that and a bag of chips. Maybe it's time to flip the script.

So when you're feeling rejection, can't make a connection. Check out your true Reflection.

I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.

The mind and heart switch roles
          For reasons to stay untold

                               Silently screaming chest
                    Racing and quivering head

      Thoughts whip light speed modest
Body barely leaves its bed

          Unhappy for nothing
               Motivated for nothing

                    Paralyzing deadlocks,
                  Anxiety's Paradoxes

A sweet tasting element,
but cancer I can give.

Brittle am I, like an old bone

You can find me lingering in the Earth's crust,
every 2 to 6 parts a million.

Flex me and bend me, like a gymnast.

My appearance is metallic
A mysterious gray.

When mixed with other elements
I become stunning gems.

Because of me you know the neutron.

As I stay in Earth's crust,
Iḿ secretive and shy.

Earth is my turtle shell.

My atomic number is 4, 4 protons and 5 neutrons.
Don't forget 4 electrons too!

Ever loved someone so fiercely that it makes them pack away and run?
The smothering intensifies
In turn they thirst for distance.

Though it was never your intention you just always crave their presence,
You annoying little ****.
Ruining love since adolescence.
❤

Into the blackness..
Static in lies and in facts,
The human condition with knives in our backs,  
A distraction.
The misinformation
An eye for the passion
But lacking in patience,

A sinister force that exhibits extortion illusive and smart
Conducive to art.
Putrid the smog is traversing the dark
Washing our brains
Shrinking our hearts.
Demons will chant over strings of a harp when the genius is sparked
Reaching the end,
Returned to the start..

I don't wanna wake up to the sounds of alarms beeping
I don't want my sole purpose of getting out of bed "to ring you up at a register"
Waiting and waiting for an off day to finally come around
Guess that's why they tell you early to "follow your dreams" to go to college"
To be honest I am really sick of waiting
Especially when the path is right in front of me
Begging to be recognized.