Perception I look at myself at the mirror, my image looks back at me A fragile person is all I can see Clear face, ordinary outlines but a weak soul dwelling within I stare at my reflection for a long time Not understanding why I had to be the way I am I knock at a door and there comes no reply I refuse to knock again for I fear rejection Rejection in my parents voice when theyre exposed to my feelings Rejection in my friends voice when I sing to her my song Rejection in my own eyes when I plan to live the way I like The picture I see is cacophonous, it screams at me all along Im taken Aback as if in terror The vulnerable person in front me declines to disappear I have no prescience of what life wants from me I lay back counting my renunciations, planning my own defeats I swear to god that as long as I breathe, my feelings shall remain concealed.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 12:00:58 +0000
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