Solitary sinner in a God-fearing world
Heretic to some Blasphemer to others Mirror mirror Is this my disguise The disguise to hide To hide- the anger To hide- the guilt To hide- the shame Half God, half devil This is the role we were meant to play My roots are cut off at the base My fight isn't against the world My fight is with the demons within My blade is stronger My wounds lie deeper Mirror mirror Can I face this disguise I show the world? Tired of fighting back Tired of lieing to others
I see you!
My past, my pain, my former shadow! The vessel of my existence but the emptiness of my soul! I see me! Enveloped in false aspirations of gods, kings and legends But there are no more than men who walk among the same muck that YOU and ME have between our toes ! I see us! Never the butterfly from the cocoon But YOU a moth to a moth... from ME a moth into a moth... to US a moth is a moth.. I am a moth... and will be a moth. I see them! Whispering... consprising... admiring... desiring... Yet they look like YOU, sound like ME, move like US, act like THEM but ask who am I ? I see I... Holding a knife...hands and face covered with blood...breathing heaviness and relief... You're dead ! Finally ! YOU! ME! US! THEM! I! DEAD !
I see YOU in the mirror. Feel ME in darkness. Hear US in my head. Speak to THEM when they want. But never believe in I.
They are all me who I only see but who am I is still my misery/mystery ?
mirror mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all? mirror mirror can't you see, this reflection i'm looking at isn't me. mirror mirror i don't recognise myself anymore, this reflection pains me to my core. mirror mirror the cracks are starting to show, how i will make it, i do not know. mirror mirror i'm fading now, unto me, this retraction you will allow.
mirror mirror on the wall was i always meant to fall? roses white and dying light silver's sweet forgiving bite Ask the questions: why and how Although no answers are given now Was it hate or was it love And is there any place above? A broken frame that shows the past The broken know it doesn't last Security given by false sunlight That gives a person their will to fight For the fragile smile that happiness broke And the one who smiled never woke So mirror mirror on the wall Tell me truly: who is the fairest of them all?
I wrote this poem when a friend came to me and said "Sometimes I just wonder if I was always meant to go down in the end". This inspired a lot of the poem, as well as other things that she's said to me. Also, a few weeks ago, a student in a neighboring high school committed suicide, and that inspired me to write parts of the poem as well. I tried to put her thoughts as well as my thoughts onto paper, with self confidence issues, depression, anxiety, and overthought actions. I hope this poem captures all of that in a raw and meaningful way.
One so tall, Why can't I rise, unless I fall? Who will come to me when I call? Will there be anyone who saw? I don't want to be embarrassed. From big to small I'll go and be. Feeling as weak as a wee mouse, But as small as a little flea. Oh, Mirror, Mirror, On the wall, Who will come to my aid at all? Will I end up having to crawl? All by myself, an empty doll. Is it so sad that I'm afraid; To be alone, ignored, they say? I don't want to be lost at bay When I fall from the sky, that day.
on the wall. I always get up after I fall. And whether I have to run, walk, or crawl, I always make goals and achieve them all.
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