"They"

We all feel certain thoughts, its doesn't mean we should be classified and categorized; no one should be a statistic. The "they" can be others in our lives. The "they" can be ourselves

Only when you come through the fire, can you accept the burns it leaves behind. 

When you rise from the ashes, you can become the phoenix that you're meant to be.

When you have walked through the rain, can you appreciate the sun.

Now that's done; when you bleed just to know you're alive.

You're satisfied with the scars you see.

Only when you feel good, can you feel pain.

You continuously cry, you have to learn to accept the stains.

The blood feels good pouring out of your veins.

Its your life.

Why can't you live and leave it the way you want; can't seem to figure "why".

You inflict the pain with the glass from the mirror cause you weren't satisfied with what you saw.

You want to end it, but you can't; you're against a wall.

"They" surround you.

Whisper in your ear.

And you're not happy with what you hear.

Don't hold yourself too tight.

"It'll be alright", you tell yourself every night.

Only when you sleep, when you dream,

can you feel at peace?

Its when all the pain begins to cease.

Don't drag your love around, you do not need

Your walls. Has been built and "they" constantly knock them down.

You're never strong enough to tell "them" to stop.

You're afraid they'll poke and pry.

You sit there and you don't try.

Lay kisses upon yourself.

Is that all you need to see?

When I look in the mirror, I see me.

You see you. 

The reflection is see through.

"They" is you.

No soul to.

Go anywhere when we leave.

End of the day.

"They" is me.

 -Bria Love

Author's Note

My first entry here on writerscafe. I would love feedback on this and thank you for reading

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[Bria Love]

As people, we always worry about what others think of us. We see people whispering as they happen to glance at us; we immediately come to the conclusion that they're talking about us. We get nervous when we are in front of people and they stare at us; we decide that they're thinking negative thoughts. "we are our own worst enemy" we decide how others feel about us, we decide what they say about us. We're actually not happy with ourselves. It's our own opinion of ourselves that we're worried about. "they" is actually the person you see in the mirror.