Mirror

Mirror

A Poem by The Bleeding Quill

They say its superficial, They say its not real
but how can they tell me , the feelings that I feel?
They tell me I'm faking when I cut my wrist.
They tell me I'm lying when I clinch my fist.
They're so oblivious and so blind not to see.
that these are my problems, the real me.
They think "how can this come from an innocent face"
but they will never know how quick innocence is replaced.
Why is it that every time i say something it has to be a lie?
I sit because your uncomfortable at the thought of suicide?
Is that why I smell the stench of fear?
And it only grows stronger as you come near?
Is that why you always want me to leave?
because you see yourself when you look at me?
Am I a mirror reminding you of your past?
Is that why when your around you always wear a mask?
Do I remind you of your past life terrors?
Do I remind you of what you thought, when you looked in the mirror?
Did you every try to hang yourself in your room?
Hanging there slowly hoping to die soon?
Did you ever live a life speed up by meth?
Do you choose life when everyone else choose death?
When you look in the mirror do you still see your face?
Or is it mine, by which its been replaced.

© 2010 The Bleeding Quill


Author's Note

The Bleeding Quill
Wrote this when I was 16.

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I like this but I have to be honest... it lacks a little emotion. But, I have to add... I think in that state of mind that you captured the person is left with very little emotion anyway. Yes...I just reread and i definitely think it does lack emotion but because of the state of mind the person speaking is in its reflecting that.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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The Bleeding Quill
The Bleeding Quill

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