Yes I Am

I know that it is not true

what I see

but mirrors lie

I am trapped underneath their

twisted hallways, shattering bones

shattering my

picture of myself

emo boy with black bangs

distorted by these ugly tumors

hanging from my chest

I know that mirrors lie when -

 

I am trapped underneath their -

 

- in this body. in this body. in this body.

 

if you could crawl out of your flesh,

listen to the sound of burning flesh,

would you?

 

yes, I would. 

 

I am trapped -

 

the body parts that don't belong

dancing to a forgotten tune

ghost boy in me is raging

at dreams that will never come true

 

if you could -

 

yes. I would. 

 

the mirror cracks,

the silver glass

archaic and -

 

yes. I will.  yes.  I am.

Reviews

[therisa]

Kaden, I know all too well, the feelings, you have described in this poem, except in my case, my genetic mistake exists between my legs. In my darkest days, I have thought of taking a knife to that part of my body, to fix this mutation of mine. Hoping writing about these feeling has helped to void some of your body anger. Thank you, for writing these feelings down.

[schanzilla]

that's a good vent right there. i'm digging this, i like the way it walks with a take-no-prisoners purpose.