Twisted Game
What a twisted game I play,
Just me, myself, and I.
A game so quiet that no one knows,
It exists in my mind, and in my life.
What a twisted game,
I keep to myself.
The game before a mirror,
To pick out my flaws,
To see what I hate today,
What I would change.
What a twisted game of thought,
Where the words not said,
Become the words I thought.
No beauty, just ugly.
No thin, just fat.
Not funny, just sad.
Not strong, but weak.
Not good, never enough.
A sad little game of insults,
A sad little game of flaws,
A twisted game of the mind,
That I live with every day,
When I say I’m fine.
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sk8ermichelle
RAWR! My life revolves around music, especially rock/post metal core. Songs are poetry with a melody, which can save us from this cruel world we live in. Honestly, I've lost a lot of hope, and am working to recreate it through poetry. I wish for others to see the impact they have on others. Please leave comments, I'd love to hear your opinions. :) "So I can take this pen, and teach you how to live. What is left unsaid, the greatest gift I give."-"Saviour" by BVB
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