Square One.

Square One.

A Poem by G. Anderson

I look into the mirror.

In doing so, I look into

The perpetual sorrow caged

Within the reddened eyes.


I don't want to cry.

I don't want to hurt.

I want to be normal,

And deal with my problems.


But one slips away.

It trickles down my pale face.

This one is for a fight

Between me and my best friend.


But another ensues, escaping

The soul's library of hurt.

This one is for the person

Who carelessly broke the heart.


Several more free-fall to the

Puddle on the sink. These

Are because I miss and

Pity my shunned father.


I stare deeper into my

Face, eyes preaching pain.

I feel my eyes water

In agonizing shame.


These ones are for the health

Problems- how I have failed

Thy mother, and placed even

More worry upon her.


More plop into the puddle,

But these are for the

Depression. I am interested

In nothing anymore.


I push myself only

For my mother's sake.

So more saline droplets

Trickle down my cheeks.


Five tears trail downward,

For I've lost my memories,

My personality- the person

I used to know and love.


One is shed in vanity,

For I'm uncomfortable in

my own skin. They

Unite with the other sorrows.


More slip away, for this

B*****d who claims my heart-

If I had it, it would surely

Break once again.


Tears of anger find me.

My family does not

Deserve this social

And mental turmoil.


It is bullshit for some

God to bestow this upon

His children. He is sick,

Twisted, maniacal.


More tears stream down

my guise. What did I do

To deserve this? I think

Life-taking thoughts.


I peer still deeper.

I do not recognize

The face, hollow and

Gaunt with anxiety.


Alas, I cry no more.

The sorrows congregated

On the white sink glare

Maliciously at me.


I place thy hand

Over them. I grab

Them. I can't release them.

I'm back to square one.

© 2011 G. Anderson


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Thank you for the suggestions. :)
~Gage Troy

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow, this is probably your most powerful write. It is Quite deep, as you see all your current emotions in the mirror. It is beautiful in that way. I only found it a little distracting when you used thy instead of my. Great write =) -justin

Posted 13 Years Ago


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