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the mirror that is my life lies shattered on the floor
my fist is bloodied in response to broken dreams
the reflection was not what ity seemed
and it was not what everyone else wanted it to be
slowly the image had morphed into the very thing which i feared
every piece that made up the image that only i saw
now lies broken on the floor
i can now only hope that certain pieces lie together,
broken, yet still forming the best part of the image
the tears flowed and as they came from my eyes
they slowly turned to blood and rolled down my chest
as if coming from my heart
tears and blood, there was no difference as i stood drenched in both
i have cried for that broken image
just as i have bled for its transgressions against the fantasy it was imagined to be by so many people
and in return for that, the mirror now lies on the floor shattered
not able to give a clear shape or image of what was staring at it.
i have no reflection anymore
i can only hope with what i have left that the pieces i wish to save
are enough to show the true shape of what i am.
this was written for the positive people in my life. those who stand for me and are not shaken by the opinions and judgements of the majority. i feel broken right now, and it is only those few positive souls willing to help that can save me.Jen, first and foremost, you are the shining star that i look towards always to keep my head up. I LOVE YOU.
kari, thank you for letting me come to you in times of need. you are a true friend, thank you.
I AM ONLY HUMAN...ONLY FUCKING HUMAN
my fist is bloodied in response to broken dreams
the reflection was not what ity seemed
and it was not what everyone else wanted it to be
slowly the image had morphed into the very thing which i feared
every piece that made up the image that only i saw
now lies broken on the floor
i can now only hope that certain pieces lie together,
broken, yet still forming the best part of the image
the tears flowed and as they came from my eyes
they slowly turned to blood and rolled down my chest
as if coming from my heart
tears and blood, there was no difference as i stood drenched in both
i have cried for that broken image
just as i have bled for its transgressions against the fantasy it was imagined to be by so many people
and in return for that, the mirror now lies on the floor shattered
not able to give a clear shape or image of what was staring at it.
i have no reflection anymore
i can only hope with what i have left that the pieces i wish to save
are enough to show the true shape of what i am.
this was written for the positive people in my life. those who stand for me and are not shaken by the opinions and judgements of the majority. i feel broken right now, and it is only those few positive souls willing to help that can save me.Jen, first and foremost, you are the shining star that i look towards always to keep my head up. I LOVE YOU.
kari, thank you for letting me come to you in times of need. you are a true friend, thank you.
I AM ONLY HUMAN...ONLY FUCKING HUMAN