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I got inside my own head today, A rather unsettling experience I must say. Because, typically I thrive on touring through other people's minds'. They invite me in with a grin, I dive right in. As I swim through their thoughts, They attempt to drown their worst sin. I can't help how truly intrigued I am by the human mind, So what if you lied? However enduring these adventures have been, I ventured for far too long. 'Bout time I took a good hard look at myself, Time to write my own book... page 1. I stared at my reflection in the mirror today, Far longer than I ever have before. Saw some real deep, dark, **** right down to my core. My eyes are not just simply blue, They changed several shades as they told me to get a clue. I stared at my face til it was no longer clear, Even shed a rare tear. How miraculous to discover that despite my faults, and my fears, I'm still beautiful. Too many years I spent being a judgmental ***** to myself. I'm taking my dignity back. Next time I look that deep at myself in the mirror, Won't be for "many a year," Because after I set the ******** aside, My eyes can see right through me!
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
Evil Honesty
I got inside my own head today, A rather unsettling experience I must say. Because, typically I thrive on touring through other people's minds'. They invite me in with a grin, I dive right in. As I swim through their thoughts, They attempt to drown their worst sin. I can't help how truly intrigued I am by the human mind, So what if you lied? However enduring these adventures have been, I ventured for far too long. 'Bout time I took a good hard look at myself, Time to write my own book... page 1. I stared at my reflection in the mirror today, Far longer than I ever have before. Saw some real deep, dark, **** right down to my core. My eyes are not just simply blue, They changed several shades as they told me to get a clue. I stared at my face til it was no longer clear, Even shed a rare tear. How miraculous to discover that despite my faults, and my fears, I'm still beautiful. Too many years I spent being a judgmental ***** to myself. I'm taking my dignity back. Next time I look that deep at myself in the mirror, Won't be for "many a year," Because after I set the ******** aside, My eyes can see right through me!
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
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