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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?

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Suicide Note

Sorry! For all I’ve done
I won’t get in your way
And by the time you read this
On my death bed I’ll lay

I’m worthless and lonely
So I think this is for the best
I needed to kill myself
And put myself to rest

Not like anyone will care
Or anyone will bother
I was just a silly kid
Who was hated by his mother

I do not want a funeral
Don’t go to the expense
Just chuck me away in the garbage
You know that it makes sense

Give all my stuff to the poor
And burn all the pictures of me
I don’t want anyone to know
That I’ve been so cowardly

this is one i wrote two years ago when i ran away because of my mom sayin that she never wants to see me again. I was found on the highway by the police because of my dad. so I guess that I owe him a BIG one. Thanks pops, for everythin.


Loneliness

Hate, anger, frustration,

How does one survive?

Confusion, distraught, depression.

Why even be alive?

.

Screaming, running, sobbing,

Everyone is swarming.

Yelling, crying, dying.

Does someone really care?

.

I sit alone now, all by

Myself with no one else.

They’ve all left again for good,

And I am once again alone.

.

I only have friends when

They need a place to hide.

Does that make them love me?

“My basement’s always open. . .”

.

I sit alone again and cry,

For the friends I wish I had,

But will never see.

All I get are words, in threes.

.

They speak to me softly,

Worry in their faces.

Do they care? Or is

Their worry worthless?

.

It hurts at the end,

As we all know, but

After that we don’t

Know how to go.

.

Dante once said that sinners go

Where it is dark and dank,

And in the hot below,

Down where Hades rules.

.

But do we know

Where people go

After their loneliness

Has got to them.

.

Why stay here where it’s sad,

When you can live happy,

No longer alone,

No longer afraid.