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Wish i could find the words without saying another bad word to explain all the voices that my soul and brain have heard some are a lie that caused me to cry dealing with my problems, oh i sigh. Built my walls too high, for no one can enter that even i can’t reach in and fly in my main center dealing with my demons, either if i am awake or dreamin’ i shouldn’t have believe them for they were very deceivin’ people think i’m flying through my life without feeling dying they were all wrong for i have been trying i see mirror here, mirror there, which one can i look at and stare they’ve been my enemy lately, that i can’t love myself completely i look at her, and it’s such a blur i know it’s just a reflection but my mind sees all imperfection. compliments of perfection doesn’t help me find my direction. in my eyes i see my true complexion but i choose to believe my beauty is base on perception. i still have to learn that i am worth every living cell on this earth that outside appearance doesn’t matter but what’s inside is so much better.
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
internal confliction
Wish i could find the words without saying another bad word to explain all the voices that my soul and brain have heard some are a lie that caused me to cry dealing with my problems, oh i sigh. Built my walls too high, for no one can enter that even i can’t reach in and fly in my main center dealing with my demons, either if i am awake or dreamin’ i shouldn’t have believe them for they were very deceivin’ people think i’m flying through my life without feeling dying they were all wrong for i have been trying i see mirror here, mirror there, which one can i look at and stare they’ve been my enemy lately, that i can’t love myself completely i look at her, and it’s such a blur i know it’s just a reflection but my mind sees all imperfection. compliments of perfection doesn’t help me find my direction. in my eyes i see my true complexion but i choose to believe my beauty is base on perception. i still have to learn that i am worth every living cell on this earth that outside appearance doesn’t matter but what’s inside is so much better.
nov. 29, 2016; something i wrote last year:) and i would like to share
nicamonet
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:45 PM UTC
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