《Badly Written Poetry From A Fucked Mind》Fear of Reflection
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(I wrote a poem in first person, and I'm nervous about writing in a new style, I'm gonna post this and hope for the best. No Tws this time, I believe, but if there is any I missed that you guys find you can let me know!{also its the, being afraid of myself because I had a bad and lonely childhood for me})
My biggest fear is my own reflection
An irrational fear, I'm aware
But there is something so terrifying about looking me in the eyes
And seeing nothing but a liar, a pathetic little liar
Who hides behind fake smiles and a cheerful deceit
It's not like I want to
I wish I could shout my thoughts till my throat is sore
Till my head is quiet and I'm breathless
I wish I could scream about everything that hurts me
That I want to be fixed, glued back together with love
But at the same time, when I look myself in the eyes
I wish I could grow silent
So quiet it's like I was never there
I wish I could be silent enough to disappear, leave without a second thought
Lay in the grass and become one with the dirt
I wish my fears could wash away
I wish that the stupid mirror I look into would crack, and I would never have to see my eyes
My tired, sad eyes
Those stupid eyes, that make me see the face I fear
The reflection of a broken kid, who wants to be a kid
That's the most I could ever wish for
To be a kid again
To have a childhood filled with happy memories, one's I could look back on even I grow old
A childhood with affectionate parents, ones that weren't absent
Because truly that's how it all began
With a lonely kid who couldn't escape their own thoughts
Stuck staring into a mirror, not realizing the fear slowly blooming in the back of their brain
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