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Tyler Smiley Sep 2018
Sunburnt skin, I’m on fire.
Dripping in the sweat of my old self.
Always chasing after something to sink into
rather than facing the smashed mirror,
shattered out of anger,
I was aiming for myself.

Thunder clap of glass,
startling blow to my right cheek.
I think to myself-
straight teeth, fuller smile.
Crystallizing bright white,
everyone loves a fake happy, right?
I search for the sticky ruby red,
but soon realize that plastic can’t bleed.

-Who am I if I can no longer feel a thing?
ChildofGodyay Jun 2018
Unfamiliar faces.
That's what I see.
I couldn't seem to recognize your face,
The familiarity I seem to cannot chase.
" Who are you?" I would say, to the ones I loved dearly, all my life.
I can't seem to see your face.
Everyone looks the same.
Am I going insane?
I got scared looking in the mirror.
To see an unfamiliar face in the mirror.
I tried going nearer.
I couldn't see clearly.

Losing identity.
Who am I then? This entity.
This unfamiliar face then I seem to cannot differentiate.
fragments. Left alone.
I couldn't seem to fit them into my world.
A world without faces. How can it be?
face blindness is so scary.....
I am so sorry if this is absolutely incorrect and insensitive. Or if it is inaccurate.
So sorry!
Please correct me on anything I did wrong!
Erin Suurkoivu Dec 2016
It is her spirit
you fell in love with.

Be careful
not to crush it –
shards
beneath your heel –

shattered glass remains
shattered glass.

I held up the mirror
just to see
if you were as unrecognizable
as me.
Dee Bach Oct 2015
I didn't believe in love at first sight tell I meet you
But that doesn't mean our fairy tail ended happily ever after
We had differnt dreams then
I still have the same one
Still get butterflies when you enter the room
But do you?
You seem cold, distant, and unrecognizable these days.
And I can't do it
I can't love someone who doesn't love me
And say kind things to brighten my day.
Not once did you tell me I was beautiful, pretty, or gorgeous.
But I'm telling you this now, no one could love you like I could.
Jacey Dec 2014
Five years, one month, and five days.

I don't even recognize myself anymore.

What did you do to me!?

And where is the rest of me...?

— The End —