The crystal ball ain't clear,
You tear me into pieces just
To prove that you've been here.
You're tattooed on on my ego,
You salvaged in my dreams,
The longer that I stay held on,
The less the outcome seems.
I'm just your broken mirror,
Of what you didn't want to see,
You take control and break me up,
And it's how it's always been.
The hero? Or the Villain?
It's that I can't decide,
Is beauty worth it any more than
The monster kept inside?
2 comments:
Did you write this? It's very good, and very precise, I wonder these things all the time, I know the bad things always out weigh the good - But my head tells me the good things are good enough, but even though I know this is probably a villian I don't want to lose it - Because of I did what would I have. Sorry pet I'm think I'm just venting.
Hope your okay.
Love for my lovely Lillie,
Rachel x
Wow, reading this back, it follows all aspects of my life. I wrote it for j, but it fits perfectly as an eating disorder, or the pressure to do well at school....
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