BriarIceChills
Perceptions
5/8/05
A/N: Hey, all. This fic is going to be sort of like Lullaby (all poetry) except every one of these poems will have the same theme: how people are seen. These are written about me and people who I come into contact with. Every one of these will have a lot of me in them, so be aware you are almost entering my mind by reading this. As always, tell me who you think this is on Digimon ( which I don't own) in a review. WARNING: I have turned into a review monger. Therefore, I want reviews!
So, onto the poem.
Perceptions:
others
People travel their day
relying on other's views
to make sure
they are still there.
But those views
are clouded by
lights
and music
and power
and hate.
In my opinion
the person's opinion
I can trust
is only
my own.
Not the me
I see in the mirror
or the one
in my mind.
I trust the image
I get
when I wake up,
sweat freezing me,
from a nightmare.
Then ,
all alone
and scared,
that's when
I am mostly
myself.
Find yourself,
BriarIceChills
