Distorted
Going Through the Head
Threads word after word.
Insult to Insult.
Pain to Pain.
' Freak '
' Worthless '
' Unloveable '
Hateful words repeating ,
Set in by those who were supposed to care.
A final convincing act ,
Pain Intoxicates
Flesh and broken soul.
pain to pain.
A mistaken glimpse of a dirty mirror,
of a bruised face,
of drying blood,
of matted and greasy hair,
' Ugly '
The self - depricating thought further cracks
The Broken Shards
Of an already shattered soul
And toxic vines of self - loathing dig themselves
deeper
into soil
wet with unspent tears .
Rooting itself steadfastly to the already
permanently
tarnished soul.
Unable to take it ,
The body ,
Whose scars are numerous
but still seem less than the
wounds that appear to run much deeper ,
thrusts their fist forward
onto
Their mirror image's
bruised chest ,
cruelly beating heart ,
Frail neck.
And then they sink
to the ground ,
Blood flowing
in never - ending rivulets
onto an already impossibly stained floor .
still trying desperately to sustain
The body
whose soul wants just the opposite ,
He Fades . . .
For once ,
The mirror image doesn't seem
Distorted.