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This is me
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Reality Who is this girl.
The girl I wish to be,
Strong,
Beautiful,
Confident.
Who is this girl,
Standing there across from me,
Tall,
Hopeful,
Brave.
Who is this girl,
Standing there looking at me,
Living
To
Live.
Who is this girl,
Not
Living
To
Die.
Had I looked closer
Would I have sooner seen
The girl I wish to be
Is really an untrue me
She is not the girl inside,
Only my false exterior,
The mask that grants,
Relief of no one knowing who I am.
Really awesome. It's like all
Really awesome. It's like all the parts of you that you kept leaving behind. I get it. Good luck and stay well!
...
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
It's not so much the parts
It's not so much the parts I'm leaving behind. It's what I use to mask the real parts of me.
~free~
Reflections.
The mask, a false exterior
Hiding a delicate interior,
Fragile frames of mind
Outlined by the face
In the mirror.
This poem is absolutely lovely. I love how you present the binary of inside/outside. Off to go look at the rest of your 'folio now. =)
Thank you so much. I wrote it
Thank you so much. I wrote it when at my worst it's when my work is the best. I'm glad you like it.
~free~