"unmangled" poems
Nothing is helping this feeling of being
fractured
because I feel pulled in a million competing directions
and if I'm being honest,
which I intend to be;
I myself am the worst offender.
I am crippled under the weight of all these expectations
but when I open my eyes
they are all made of reflections
of me
that I would rather not see,
funhouse distorted.
And everyone around me
looks through clear unmangled windows.
baffled by my discontent.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC