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Feb 2014
My heart tip toes discreetly
In the dark hollow hallways
Of self-doubt and low self-esteem.
Many a times
It trips
Stumbles
Even falls
But still die hardly insistently
Treads on this self-destructive path.
Why it chooses so is a conundrum in itself.
Me look me in the mirror
and me see an abnormally normal
individual
guess not even
a shred of normalcy exists
or are things so very normal
such that I make out to see
the abnormal
in the normal
life's  really going around in circles.
Anderson M
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Anderson M
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