twinging at the heart
throbing at the limb
rushing in the head
now the room does spin
crying all the dragging night
screaming relentlessly at the mirror
at the hopeless girl who still trys to find
hope at the next mornings light
she whipes her eyes and fixes her face
the same routine every day
put on a smile, bear it and grin
then at night again begins the chase
between her blurred reality
of what is real and make believe
is anything wrong or just in her head
she cant handle her makebelieve tragity.
make ANY sence at all? just seems like thought regergitation..
Sorry, you cannot respond to an archived poemReviews
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first of all NAME THIS POEM
it deserves it- the pent up emotion spilling from it is awesome; who hasn't been there? but the fact that you can express it so clearly is amazing
i hope the girl in the mirror does learn that she is beautiful
dcp
xx
dirty clean poet
September 16
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