I look in the mirror
This isn't me
Who is this ugly person that I see
All I saw was sharp pointy bones
Sticking out screaming for a decent meal
That's what I get for running away from home
I can't do this no more, all the pain I feel
This isn't me
Those blackened eyes empty with out life
The scars that covered every inch of her skin
Bruises around her neck, purple with the kiss of death
That grotesque face wiped clean of emotion
This disgusting waste of life, it can be
This isn't me
This female without any appeal
This thing covered in tattered rags
This person, so cold and numb
This just isn't, no
This disgusting little girl don't you see
This lonely little girl isn't me
YOU ARE READING
Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
