Mirror Image

I still see the scars of you when I look at me 

Evident in the mirror, my thoughts, and how I feel

Your rough touch and harsh words still linger

rolling of your tounge and pressing deep into me

the impact is unbearable 

I wish I could blame you, but I don't even know the girl you've come to hate

Bits and peices, gone for good.

Myself only a memory, a reflection of what you want me to see

I am dust 

easily blown away by the force of your voice

What I once was, now degraded to a body

a vessel for empty thoughts and false love

An inviting home for doubt 

there is no escaping the mirror

because I cannot escape myself 

 

 

This poem is about: 
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