Mirror Talk

[dietcoketree]

Why do I feel so ugly?

Why does every mirror show another angle that I must tackle and fight to fix?



Just one morning, I’d like to wake up to an upturned smile.

I’d like to feel what the real joy is in starting a whole new day,

Without the plague of all that might go wrong, Of all the mistakes I will make.

I’d like my spirit to rise with the sun, and happily rest at night.



But rest, I cannot. I’ve got too much to think about;

Too much of a fight to win. I’ve got myself to beat.

I’ve got an image to fake; A light to try to shine.



Nobody knows I’m a selfish fake,

and that I’d probably give your life in exchange for a happier version of mine.

For I can keep no friends; they’ve all realized I’m preoccupied with my every downfall.

[DelxPez]

we must escape from our self-made personal prisons

[honeyhannah]

There are a few interesting passages here. The second line really rocks.

There's really no need to write in middle or old english though.

[honeyhannah]

That really does help, I did that as a teenager, and now I think I'm hot shit and I don't have to try to believe that. ;)

eta: I do think pain can be beautiful and the aforementioned line held true to that, in my opinion

[HonorSeed]

But rest, I cannot. I’ve got too much to think about*****

this is a coontradiction for me, the bandit of time is nitpicking.

the riddle of falling to sleep is in the thinking about peaceful things.

the blank mind draws in the telepathic twang for no reasonable rest.