I see myself, my empty face
Shadowing thoughts I'm expected to show
The mirror shows a face of grace
But inside I'm empty, that I'm sure
Your dilated eyes red with lust
Imprisoning me in this cage at dusk
You snake your way upto my bust
I reek of you, that dusty musk
I'm a prisoner in your jail
But I let you fill this empty space
I realize I have no reason to bail
Who'd want me? I'm a disgrace
The mirror reflects my skin all scarred
From the places where you left your mark
Now I'm rotting, my heart all barred
You left me empty in the palace of dark
So here I am, an empty face
Shadowing thoughts I'm expected to show
So my mirror shows a face of grace
But inside I'm empty, that I know
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An Empty Diary
Poetry|| Highest ranking #22 || COMPLETED Do you hate yourself? I do... Poetry is like an art where you're able to express things which mostly go unnoticed or bottled away. These are just short paragraphs put together... P.S. I suck at happy th...
