Every mirror perceives me differently,
Their own unique distortions,
Every new image messing with my head,
Changing my own perception of myself.
Who is myself?
Because it sure ain't me, honey.
(Honey honey sweet sugar syrup honey)
(-Margaret Atwood wrote 'we are all honey'. You can never escape the patriarchy. Whilst I'm here, Waterparks sang 'it follows', and oh boy, it sure does.)
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Death by Words: A Selection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry written by me (that, as always, demonstrates my mental deterioration and inner dialogue).
