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Mirror

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 08, 2019

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Mirror

 

What can you see, but not through my eyes?

The people who surround, faces painted with disguise.

Do they laugh, do they tease?

Do they smile and say cheese?

For I do not know how to filter and frame.

For I hadn’t known they will never be the same.

In the dark, will it be light?

Funny, we say creepy crawlies give us fright.

 

What can you hear, but not through my ears?

The same people were fake, now swallowing their fears.

We will scream, we will cry, 

But why when we die?

They hide the tearing noise with something of a metaphor

But won’t dare warn another what will be waiting behind their door.

Should one never open for it’s dangerous outside.

So they stay in, they don’t try, don’t peak, just hide.

 

What can you taste, but not through my mouth?

The bitterness of foul words which choose their own route.

We close our eyes, hold our breath, let’s hope it ends now.

But, on our tongues it remains, until we scrape it off somehow.

A scar that was left to heal itself quick

Though we feel numb, still diagnosed as sick.

 

What can you feel, but not through my skin?

To be proud and feel noble, is anything but a win.

Can you feel without touching the hearts of others?

You see, to be happy is when the guilt leaves you smothered.

Goosebumps will rise, an itch you can’t scratch

As it approaches, you watch, while it tightens the latch.

 

Escaping, escaping, you’re in the same place.

With my eyes I see me, but where is my face?


September 30, 2019


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