November 10th, 2009
I experienced things
That you didn’t know
I got hurt
But it didn’t show
I heard things
You didn’t hear
I kept close to me
Things only I would fear
It only hurt me
I brought it too near
But you can’t feel the pain
In the reflection of the mirror
September 27th, 2009
Piled up,
too much to keep to myself,
but what doesn’t kill me –
will keep me no weaker than I was before.
Saying goodbye is never easy,
but it wasn’t like that,
I was pulled away,
compelled to go,
and didn’t even have a chance to say –
I’m leaving.
Pulling through dark tunnels,
this is who I’ve become,
and there’s no going back.
I found myself in the cold arms of the darkness,
and I don’t think I can let go –
of this side of me –
that I found myself to like.
The mirror must be getting old,
because it’s not working quite right,
and I can’t even seem to find myself in it.
Looking for something,
but I don’t know you anymore,
and I don’t even know myself,
and all I’m finding are these stop signs –
that await my presence.
September 15th, 2009
What do you see when you look in the mirror
Because I feel like what you see is wrong
Who you are is said to be me
But I’ve known you all along
Maybe you’re too blind to tell
But I’m starting to see you
And it’s scary because I hate who you are
But there’s not much I can do
I see the way you act
But you pretend like that’s me
Your negative qualities
Are who I’m said to be
But I could be wrong
I could be becoming who you are
Then you made me like this
Because you pushed me too far
Always acting like you’re better than me
But I’ve got nothing to prove
And if I don’t stand my ground
You’re going to make me move
And I do this as my resentment towards you
This is the side of me that you see
And if you don’t change your ways
This is all you’ll ever know of me
Doll Poetry 