Here's another poem of mine; 'Ribbons and Lace'. As always, please PM comments 'cause I like getting messages.
I actually really like this one, it's probably the only thing I've ever written that I like.
i'm sitting alone, for the first time in my life.
i look in the mirror and gaze back into myself.
the tiles, checkerboard,
waiting for my next move,
repeat, conform, repeat.
can't stop the pounding
in my head
and outside
can't stop the laughter
from beyond closed doors
I curl up to stop the vibration
unlike a child, my sorrow
is full-fledged.
i spy
with my little eye
the photo on the wall
(in sepia; from yesteryear)
it falls to the ground
and the glass shatters
slicing those faces
into ribbons and lace;
those lovely things
pretty girls love to wear.
my fingernails are chipped
my eyes are tired, darling
my hair is a tangled mess
my skin is imperfection
i hate it when they advertise
with those smiling, perfect people
who
(exposing their razor sharp teeth
bite into my flesh and expose my shortcomings)
tell people who can never be
that they're 'worth it'
when i was young, they used to say;
'isn't she beautiful?'
now i just have to live up to this lie.