The walls of this house haunt me…They reflect every memory and mistake. As a child, the pictures on the walls, made me feel lucky. Like I was truly loved. Sooner than a young child should, I learned they were the mask, the mask over an unhappy home. The pictures scream at me… Telling me, remember before? When you were innocent and things were simple… They also tell me, keep up this bravado, be strong even when the mirror breaks you down, when every word from her mouth is trashing you.
But.. in all honesty I AM TIRED OF TRYING TO BE BRAVE, putting up with all of this pain, I…. I am just of tired pretending, I am not small anymore. I don’t idolize the Disney princesses, I can’t just wish that everything will get better. I need to try and fix myself, But I am nothing. I am weak, just ask the mirror, that evil b*tch will tell you every secret I have ever kept. Every detail about me… Me and My Mask.. I guess I’m a lot more like her than I thought… Fake, A Liar, Weak.. ME, in all my glory…
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The imagery in this is really good (i hope this is meant as poetry, If not you speak very poetically xD) i write songs/ spoken word as well now. I find its a better release than some of the other alternatives. I find its the only place i can be truly honest with myself and turns a negative into a positive. Good job 🙂
Thanks, no it’s not poetry, I am hopeless at writing songs 😀 i just get creative when I am upset I guess.
I hope it helps.