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Feb 2011
Face to face with myself I look into the mirror
As my breath fogs up my reflection I begin to see clearer
For nothing is really what it seems
When reality becomes a substitution for dreams
I long to be understood but refuse to pay the cost
There's no meaning to understanding when individuality is lost
So instead I keep my thoughts in isolation
Keeping them away from society's suffocation
The eyes in the mirror see through my facade
Allowing me insight which I strive to evade
For the only person who knows me is that of my reflection
Everything else seen is but only a projection
Meka Boyle
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