The Shattered Image of Me

Its about the plots of high school and how it messes up peoples lives.

Wolfe-Letour

September 23, 2016

The Shattered Image of Me

I look in the mirror and see a shattered and disgraced figure,

torn to pieces by what the world. 

As I look closer I notice each fragment is different, 

only to resemble my past and shattered figure. 

Each one constantly shifting as though blown by the wind,

taking on a complete and different persona.

AS I try to mend the image I feel each fragment cut deeper,

deep into my soul. 

As I begin to bleed I begin to scream, but who is there to hear me?

The figure is useless as I see it begin to laugh, 

it sends shivers down the spine.

I cover my ears to keep the noises out only to reveal that I gave up without a doubt.

The wool was pulled over my eyes as I was trying to hide the shattered image.

But to no avail shall it be, for everyone can see the monster within me:

The Shattered Image that has made me.

Author's Note

This poem is some what of a life poem that I had wrote many years ago when I was still in High School. I noticed the schemes and plots that people had tried to play and the damage it will do to people. I being one of those people.