This anger was not born in me.
It was given as a gift
From those who taught me how to be
And has torn its way forward,
Along with everything i hate about myself,
From the back of my mind
Where i had it imprisoned
Until it escaped in the midst
Of me, wishing to escape and
Now i am not myself
But my reflection is not
Distorted as it once was.
There's a completely different girl
Staring blankly back at me.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
