Where is my mind?

A broken mind programmed with broken personalities

What do I see

When I stare in the mirror?

Am I all I can be

Or do I have to peer closer?

The fractures show different faces

Who are these eyes staring at me?

Of my core self I find no traces

What do the handlers want me to see?

The mind turns dark and a key is turning

I grow small, someone is coming!

A splash of pain, my vision is blurring

What song do I hear someone humming? 

My head is filled with other beings

People like me but not quite

I feel the pain of a thousand torturous things

When the music stops I feel a certain fright

I fall and fall forever

But the voices in my head won't stop

On and on they clamor

My uniqueness being robbed

Turn the key and so I go

To wherever I am pointed

No matter how high or how low

Spiderwebs, mirrors...exploited

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I like the doubtful nature of this write... like something is a amiss within the context of the lines as a reader clues in on the subject matter... I the last stanza... and you interpret the key:

Turn the key and so I go
To wherever I am pointed
No matter how high or how low
Spiderwebs, mirrors...exploited
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Key opens and so I go
To wherever I am pointed
No matter how high or how low
Cobwebs, mirrors...exploited

gives a sense of something is permissive to the future of something more...

[Christopher Angel]

Thank you, I love reading your comments, they're usually quite spot on!

[Leandro Mendez]

wonderful write, well written and relate-able, sometimes I need to stare at myself in the mirror to grasp reality again! great job!

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Character in poem is looking inside self for more potential

then character spirit sees other spirits looking at him, questioning if those spirits have an effect on him

then when those spirits notice his spirit is looking at them

they go after him, because they been there unnoticed until he looked

and they fear him, then the author in the poem drops his guard becoming weak and is taken to hell

[Betty]

The melody of this poem is simply sensational.... Wonderful writing Christopher!!

[Christopher Angel]

Thank you for your kind words Betty!

[Wall of Words]

All the different parts of us... it's very confusing. Who are we? What were we? What are we going to be? And most importantly: who do we want to be?
The doubt, the infectious confusion spreads throughout all of us. when we as ourselves the personal questions, the answers can be confusing. You poem explains that... The confusion twists through the poem like a mist. Confusing, infecting the sight, and sometimes scaring....
Amazingly done and beautifully described!
Sylvia.

[Christopher Angel]

Thank you - I'm glad you liked it!

[closed]

ah
the spell of the dual identity is exposed well in this work
you seem to understand the human psyche on this level
impressive writing that seems connected to a psychological theme

i'll certainly favorite it

[Christopher Angel]

Thank you and I'm glad you deciphered the psychological theme :)

[Arsalan Kouser]

A great poem...I definitely envisioned each of these things happening to me.

I think the ending could use a little more substance to it, but that's just me.

[Christopher Angel]

The ending was tricky but I decided to leave it obscure and full of symbolism! But I think you're right - it ended up too obscure