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 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
Logan
Where will you be when the money's gone?
                when the rent is due,
                 eviction slip pinned to your door.

                  Mom and dad won't help anymore.

                    Forced to shiver in the cold,
                    on the street paper cup in hand,
                    watering eyes and a trembling lip.

                       strangers sneer and laugh.

                        Crawling on your belly at night,
                         through the alleyways,
                         looking for new flesh to eat.

                          There's no one left to drain.
                        

                         When you're all alone,
                      will it be a slice down the wrist,
                       or a rope around your neck?
Sometimes I find it hard to live. Whether it be at school, where stress and pressure hit just the right buttons to **** me off. Or at 2 am when everything seems so distant.

Sometimes I find it hard to smile. Whether it be with my friends on a weekend, where joked flutter in the air. Or at 11 pm when a face time call sparks joy.

Sometimes I find it hard to laugh. Whether it be in a parking lot witnessing a homeless man by himself crying. Or at 4 pm when the world gets cold and horrid.

Sometimes I find it hard to stay happy. Whether it be with my family at supper on a Friday afternoon.  Or at 1 am when I'm by myself and hatred consumes my sleep.

Sometimes I find it hard to be strong. Whether it be when everything hurts and I want to give up. Or at 7 pm when everything freezes and everything hurts.

Sometimes you have to persevere. And so I will.
My heart is filled with deadly shards.
And the more I feel,
The more it hurts.
Sometimes
my only          comfort
is a mind

emptied






of it's thoughts.
I shared my dream with you
It wasn't easy for me
Then you gave up
Told me you had to get real

It was a mistake trusting you
Thought I could share my dream
But for you it wasn't enough
How do you think that makes me feel

I don't give a **** what you do
I must have a disease
I thought if we shared our love
It might help me heal
I can't belive you...
 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
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 Jul 2018 Anthony Mayfield
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You say you are ugly
because you only ever see
yourself
in the mirror
that tells you what to think

You don't see you
when I make you laugh
when your eyes come alive
with joy

You don't see you
when your crush texts you
and you fail to hide
your smile

You don't see you
when your dad comes home
at the end of the day
and says he loves you
wrapping you
in his arms
you are so filled with glee

You don't see you
when you make us so happy
you cannot help
but beam like the sun

the mirror is not a person
it has no face or voice
it cannot tell you anything
it will never say
you are beautiful

but we have faces
and we have voices
and we can say
you are
I saw a post online that said something of this sort that inspired this poem.
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