Me Interupted

a short poem about some of the things i feel about myself sometimes.

Try so hard to fix myself.

But in the mirror all I see,

Are all the tiny cracks and the pieces chipping off of me.

 

Try to fix my insides through all the holes in my skin.

Cover up the scars and stop the bleeding from within.

 

I start to cry as all the stitches come apart.

Hide it deep inside me,

I don't want the world to see.

 

No one needs to know this broken part of me.

Author's Note

i think that more than just i can relate to this. i think this poem shows some issues that we all have with ourselves.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

This is excellent. The title brought me in because it reminded me of the movie "Girl Interrupted." Which I watched last night for the first time and absolutely loved.

This is such a sad piece. Everyone has this broken part in them. The world is a broken place.
I really loved the emotion you captured in this.

-Elissa :)

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is that not why we are self-proclaimed poets...
possessors of massive creativity, intellect and emotions?
or pillowcases for souls breaking at the seams?
vernacular bristling with self truth...
as we die, we suffer.
great concept and execution!

[Wondering Mind]

I'm sure many will relate to this heartfelt poem, but, I believe that all those "scars", whether internal or surface ones, are what make us;trying to hide them will make them more negatively potent.