It stares at me with a menacing glare.
I've seen that face before, I'm sure of it.
Eyes bloodshot from numerous restless nights,
Mouth seemingly stuck with a forlorn expression
that will never go away.
I try to run, but end up nowhere.
I try to look away, but the beast demands to be seen.
Against my will, it steals my full attention.
Trying to be brave, I barely mutter:
"I'm not scared of you."
Finally it speaks, with a voice weak and painfully familiar.
"You can't lie to me. You can't escape me. You can't run away."
Finally, I see what I don't want to recognize;
You can't escape your own reflection.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
