It's not the mirror
Making me wonder
If I am, or ever will be
Good enough.
It's the angel on my shoulder
Arguing with the devil
Who lives in my mouth.
It's my self-control
Tarnished as metal
Beneath a heavy layer of rust.
It's the unfinished books
Collecting dust on the nightstand
As I crack open another.
It's all the projects
That I will never
Bring to a close.
It's the time that I spend
In a room by myself
Listening to my family's laughter, —
An open invitation.
It's the things I don't do
That I once did.
It's the things that I want
But may never get.
It's the things that I am
That I'm trying not to be.
It's yesterday
Tinted a rosy hue.
It's tomorrow
Threatening rain.
It's today
Slipping between my fingers
As I sit here
Trying to untangle myself.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
It's not the mirror
Making me wonder
If I am, or ever will be
Good enough.
It's the angel on my shoulder
Arguing with the devil
Who lives in my mouth.
It's my self-control
Tarnished as metal
Beneath a heavy layer of rust.
It's the unfinished books
Collecting dust on the nightstand
As I crack open another.
It's all the projects
That I will never
Bring to a close.
It's the time that I spend
In a room by myself
Listening to my family's laughter, —
An open invitation.
It's the things I don't do
That I once did.
It's the things that I want
But may never get.
It's the things that I am
That I'm trying not to be.
It's yesterday
Tinted a rosy hue.
It's tomorrow
Threatening rain.
It's today
Slipping between my fingers
As I sit here
Trying to untangle myself.