Drawings

Mirror... Mirror...

N/a- Okay, so at the moment i'm going through a faze of writing poem... i just don't have the motivation to draw, merely express the unvoiced emotions through my poems. i know most of yous' prefer my drawings than my poems but please read them, i feel they express peoples emotions they keep hidden from the outside world. Anyways enough of my rambling... Here's the poem, i hope yous' don't hesitate to comment, i don't bite much *smirks*

P.S. My poems are from the self conscious mind, not my direct thoughts or emotions, they even are about things i just find easy to write about... No need to ever worry, okay?

Here it is...

Mirror... Mirror...

Every day is the same...

There's always a stranger in my place,

Glaring through to my soul...

The girl within the mirror is unrecognisable,

The shadows below her eyes,

Cracks appearing in her mask,

Who is this starring back at me?

This girl is someone's creation,

she's been shaped, manipulated, scared...

White scars taint her bare skin,

There are lines creased in her face,

Allowing cracks that i know see;

How truly vulnerable she is...

She had built her walls so high,

Built the largest defence,

Wore a brave mask...

But wretchedly,

The girl i see isn't me,

What stands before me in the mirror is,

A girl driven by pure desire for ecstasy,

For the feeling of being needed, wanted from someone...

But every time we part,

There's always a new mark,

Turning into a crack,

Leading her the wrong way...

Pushing her to breaking point,

Nothing i do can erase her wrongs,

Or the pain she has endure,

Now i watch the girl standing before me,

Ready to jump,

Leaving me only starring...