So many people
Yearning to listen
Yet I can't speak still
I am not weak
I at the edge of passing outu
Missing the wise smiles
Punishing myself
Calling myself names
My friends wouldn't.
But, my friends did.
People who were closer
Are now colder
What is it that I've done?
Or is it time showing
Up at the wrong time
how do i break the mirrors
P
eople have crafted?
W
hat will it take of me
To bring out the emptiness
And hide the ugly of, off me.
What will it take?
For me to bring out my self doubt
And throw it on those mirrors
Created by those damned people.
What will it take?
To bring the insecurity
Out of me
And to unlock all those chains
On my body?
My body;
my poor ugly body.
They matter more
When the sun leaves
And night falls
They always have to matter more.
