Broken Lens

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

a simple poem i wrote not too long ago.

Looking at life through a Broken Lens,

Yet, there's nothing I can say in my defense.

I've been looking at life through a broken lens for as long as I can remember,

Everyone I meet, I feel like they're cold, chillier than a day in mid-December.


I wish I knew what I was doing wrong,

I wish I knew if I'd stay strong.

If things were a little clearer,

instead of looking through a broken lens into a broken mirror.

Sometimes I can't help but cry,

if only they knew why.

I wish they understood,

I wish they'd treat me like they should.

But, then again, wishes never did come true,

I don't believe it and neither should you.


Life ain't ever gonna be perfect,

I look into the broken mirror and what I see does not reflect,

the way I truly feel deep down inside,

I put on a mask and I try to hide,

all the feelings I hold deep inside.

Afraid of what they'll think of me,

I just wish they could see,

the world through my broken lens,

because now there's nothing I can say in my defense.

Submitted: May 05, 2020

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A poem that speaks of confusion, rejection and despair. Very effectively written.

Tue, May 5th, 2020 6:49pm

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