Reflections of Myself

Reflections of Myself

A Poem by DriDri

I live inside a shell 
no bells and whistles, 
just a place I like to hide. 
Inside, sleeping in a small cold bed, 
is my self esteem. 
Placed upon the headboard 
are the things i'd like to forget. 
Above that rests a dream catcher, 
holding onto the good. 
The walls are my bruised insides, 
purple with the punches I've dealt myself. 
Bleeding down the walls are my regrets. 
Paintings hang, just like fake smiles, 
to cover the pain i've gained 
from glancing at the curtains which hide 
one way windows. 
I look at them and see misery 
but is it really only tears I see? 
Maybe it is the real me I see. 
Tears that fill the sea I see. 
If only I could see what you have 
seen in me. 
 Maybe my room would be 
a brighter reflection of me. 

© 2013 DriDri


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Very good
Very strong sad true
Great work

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this is amazing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW, so sad. But great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on February 13, 2013
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Tags: Poetry Reflections, of, myself, rooms, emotions.

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DriDri
DriDri

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I'm a young poet, people say that i'm depressing, but I just say I know the reality of many situations. more..

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