Writing is staring at your minds

reflection in a mirror.

Sometimes I hate it.

I see things I don't want to see.

Or be reminded of.

It hurts to look back.

It hurts to see my reflection sometimes.

It makes me afraid of myself, of who or what I have become.

It makes me fear the things I am capable of.

And the things that I have done



I am full of empty silences. 

A vessel hollowed out and cracked. 

Taken and broken. 

Left to wallow in the dark. 

I am an awkward space. 

Clumsy in my gestures, 

Shy in my gait. 

Learning how to live in a world 

Full of hate.

Given the weight of the world on my shoulders. 

Told its to late. 

Cause the world is the world

And I can't change its fate. 

I am the glass. 

Half empty half full. 

Treated like a masterpiece, 

Or someone else's stool. 

I am one in 7 billion. 

Unique but still a clone. 

I convey what my brain tells me too, 

Cause it won't leave me alone. 

Look at what we are. 

A species broken but whole. 

Living with our souls locked up. 

It's time we take control.