Dear misguided soul,
Fate has led you to my words
I implore you to please heed them
It is undeniable
You and I are incredibly similar
We emanate from the same dying star
Where your same dying dreams live
You are hesitant to kindness
Yet prone to insolence
Denying sympathy with open arms
You shelter behind your compassion
Use it as a shield
Defending yourself against the cruelty of the world
Your mind races a mile a minute without a moment's rest
So that only immersed deep underwater may you take a breath
Assuming the role of an anchor to a ship
A vexatious weight
Occasionally keeping the vessel grounded
A sizable burden
Desperate cries for help are left unheard
Imposing you to suffer in silence
Saving your tears for the solitude of closed doors
Afraid to ever inconvenience the populace
Bottling-up your emotions
But when the bottle eventually fractures
You shatter into a thousand pieces
Scattering your lethal fragments about
Countless shards pierce the hearts of the innocent
While others remain broken glass,
Of value and service to none
Despite these revelations,
You bear a pleasant warmth
A chain reaction of benevolence
Imitating that of rainfall after a year-long drought
You may be a bewildering mystery to all
However, if it offers any consolation
I see your true self
One without altercations
Harboring the heart of a butterfly
Fragile and pure
Regardless, in this existence,
You are far from a butterfly
Metamorphosis is unbeknownst to you
For your chrysalis is eternal, forever unchanging
Rest assured, my eyes are not all-knowing
I am purely your reflection
Soon, you shall achieve transcendence
Allow me to be your destiny
And the underlying cause of destruction
With affection,
The girl in the mirror
There is little to say about this poem. It is an exhibition of the insecurities I harbor deep inside my very core. And a blatant warning to manage my thoughts as to not demolish my future. I am aware of my pessimistic outlook on life, but I refuse to sugarcoat my feelings. Diluting the truth is simply not my style.
Side note: Thank you for reading!
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