I can't stand the thought
Of being a disappointment
To you
My face tightening up
Eyes darting around the room
Tears forming sliver pools
But you still can't see
You can't see what this fear is doing to me
It's always watching me as I sleep
A shadow that clings to
Open lungs
To burry into and breed
Growing ever so slightly
Day by day
Sucking the color from my face like syrup
Teeth long and slimy
It wears my tears like the royal jewels
My broken facade as their nest
Eating away at my flesh as if it were cantaloupe
The more it takes the less I have
I can't give what I don't have
It's robbing my soul
Harpooning my heart it strings me along
It doesn't want to let go of me just yet
As the time goes by
There becomes less for it to feed on
Less of me to provide
I've become nothing
Nothing at all
A failure
A disappointment
Only a porcelain mannequin remains
Cracked
Stained
The last part of me leaves with the painted
Tear sliding down my face
From blank eyes and black hearts
I have been added to the collection
Broken
Bruised
Manipulated
Mannequins
A dark hallway full of blank expressions
Every one of which becomes a distant afterthought
Added to the trophy case
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Russian Roulette ||poetry||
PoetryI'm feeling like this is just gonna be a shit post of poetry😅cause I need somewhere to store it all. The theme of this book is very inconsistent, so you know Russian Roulette...🤷
