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Poems of the Lonely

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House of Mirrors

She spends her days
In a house of mirrors.
Each image is real, yet
Each is false.
Each image is
Reflected into
Her frightened eyes
By a mirror, warped
And twisted, by
Past beliefs that are not,
And never were,
True.

She can’t see her own
Wondrous Light
Beauty and,
Immeasurable
Worth,
Something we each possess
As human beings,
To shine on each other,
And light up our world.
These mirrors she constructed
Constantly and consistently
Lie to her, and she only sees a
Pathetic, worthless failure
In them.

Where might she find
A true reflection
Of herself in this
House of false reflections?
Perhaps in
The eyes of those who
Care about her, and
Love her?
There she might glimpse the truth
About her real, whole self.
A truth she
Dares not discover,
For fear that it will just be
A confirmation of
What she already knows:

That she is an unlovable monster
With nothing of any value
In herself
To offer anyone!

Why is it so much easier for many of us,
Like her,
To live with the certainty of painful lies,
And punish ourselves for what we are not,
Than risk the uncertainty of
Glimpsing the unknown truths
About our unknowable selves?

Lonelier Now

I’m lonelier now than I’ve ever been before

yet everything is back to normal.

but now I know that I’ll never be with you

and my heart is dying, slowly, slowly, slower than everything

my soul is hiding behind it’s own shadow

and I am lying dead on the street

you were the one that I loved, or so I thought

I’m lying drowned in a pool of tears

don’t leave no one can die from a broken heart,

because i did, my body is still here

my mind is here to but what’s the use

my heart and soul are dead, shot, forgotten

all by loves twisted since of humor. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry

I couldn’t live as friends. now I pay the price

but did you have to do me this way, painful and cruel

or could you have let me down easy so I had a chance to come back

I don’t trust anymore. because I trusted you

and trusting you led me to my death

so I live alone, un-trusting, cold and bitter

but you will never know it was all because of you so what good is it, what does it matter it doesn’t anymore,

but you do know that we will never be the same again

and that is all you will know

~Dan