When i look in the mirror, i don't see myself. I see the different versions of who I'm supposed to be. but I'm locked within these four walls. never letting me escape, never letting me have the power of choice.
i'm held captive in this jail cell of a mirror.
If i keep trying, keep hoping
i just might be able to pick myself up and fight this war
so, i won't give up,
i can beat them all down.
my fears, my anxiety...
and finally, they're gone.
but just because I can't see them, doesn't mean they're gone for good.
they'll come back, and the fight will start again.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
