Someone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this in a fit of self loathing. I have these quite often. I don't remember anymore who at the time made me calm down and so add the last line. All that is important was that someone did.

Submitted: December 10, 2007

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Surrounded by mirrors
You cannot escape.
You surround yourself.
Stare and gape
Wide eyed
At the truths you uncover.

Screaming at yourself,
Hitting,
Scratching,
Biting,
Self-loathing,
Covered in blood.
You pause and see yourself-
An animal.
A primitive being
Unable to control itself.

Rage, anger, hurt,
All forgotten
In the shock of discovery.

Through it all,
A small light in the corner of your mind.
It leads you back into yourself.
It makes you believe that perhaps,
Just perhaps,
The mirrors decieve you.
Someone loves you.


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