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Aug 2018
I am the stranger.
I am the enemy;
Whom I fight with everyday.
Kills me to see the person I am today.
Kills me to see the person Ive become.
Kills me to see what I look like.
Kills me to see what I really am.
I cant turn my back on myself,
Because I dont wanna walk away;
When I can just destroy myself.
I wanna break the mirror,
So I can break myself.
& on the other side, is my soul trying to escape.
Now Ive taken my fist;
And punched the mirror.
Now Ive taken water;
And wet the mirror.
Now Ive taken the hammer;
And smashed the mirror.
My fist left me bruised.
The water made me drown.
The hammer broke me into a million pieces;
& now I lay bleeding,
Broken into pieces;
On the ground.
The only way I go blind from seeing myself is through the mirror.
The only way I break is through the mirror.
Because without the broken glass,
I still have to live looking at myself.
Written by
Caterina Correia  34/F/Bolton
(34/F/Bolton)   
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