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MuseumofMax
Poems
Jan 2022
DYsPhoRia.
My mirror looks back at me.
Sometimes I ignore it
Other times I stare
Green eyes are all I see.
I tap the glass
Only to fall in
For eternity
Slipping through
R
e
A
L
i
T
y
I tap the glass again
There’s someone else
Not me?
‘To be or not to be’
The question unanswered
Eventually my stare falters
Thrown off by fears
My face remains a mystery
My body warping as
A light flickers
—————————-
I tap once more
The glass
shatters.
A million knives in skin that doesn’t feel like mine
Smiling through the pain
It’s a flaw in my design
For when I’m bleeding
I forget the warped image in the mirror
Instead I feel free
I disappear
So happily.
#dysphoria
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