Mirrors used to be my enemies,
The monster I was hiding,
they revealed in seconds.
Laughing, crunching noses,
Nobody liked to look at me.
Fooling myself,
into the oblivion of my insecurities,
Haven't changed the picture.
Finding a safe place,
Isolating – Creating loneliness.
Whatever people say, I own it.
What else can I do when they see the shell I'm hiding in?
I wasn't able to prove otherwise.
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
