This poem is actually from my high school poem journal, and I had wrote it after a really bad day where I felt I had to smile despite the fact i wanted nothing more than to hit something.
Why can’t the mirrors all break,
Why can’t they give me that small little reprieve,
I’m so tried of seeing it,
So tired of seeing the mask,
But it seems to be permanently glued to my face,
The sweet little smile that I had practiced in the mirror,
Day after day,
Seems to have finally stuck,
But why does seeing it make me so mad,
Is it because I’ve forgotten what I truly feel,
That the mask is truly all I know,
Is that why every time I look in the mirror,
My anger boils,
It snarls wanting to be set free,
To make the false face,
Disappear,
Or is it because I’m afraid,
That every time I look in the mirror,
The less it looks real,
Like I’m being taken over,
By the mask I created,
Scared at how blurry the truth has gotten,
And at just how painful it is,
Run…
Run…
Run…
I have to run,
The monsters are getting closer,
Their razor shape teeth are visible,
I can practically smell their rotting breath,
And feel their bony fingers gripping my arms,
Their nails ripping off my flesh,
I have to be faster,
No…
No…
No…
I can’t let them catch me,
Even as their voice taught me,
About how I’m slowing down,
How they always catch me,
How even if I get away,
They’ll find me,
Just like the always do,
They scream about how they’re the only ones who want me,
The only ones who will ever love me,
About how they’re my only friends,
I trip and stubble,
As my heart tears,
It know the truth,
But the words still hurt,
The pain is there,
They scream and ask,
Is the only this I know how the do is run?
They call me a coward,
They know their right,
It truly is all I can do,
So I keep doing it,
I run,
And I run,
But for how long,
Can I run?
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