It

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Looking in the mirror

I stare at it.

It, is something that wasn't meant to happen.

It, is something that can't change.

 

It begs for attention from us,

And when it's unheard,

The colour scarlet is prominent,

From already lined wrists.

 

It stares at the repulsive enemy,

That is served up on a platter.

Somethings screaming for feeding,

Yet the bulge never wins.

 

It's heart yearns for them,

Only getting confusion in return.

And multiple burning couldn't stop,

Those long waking nights.

 

It's head spins from that liquid,

Which seemed to be a friend.

It just wants to be good and gone,

Yet there's always that selfish barrier.

 

It promised never to happen,

But childhood lies are all the fashion.

And words that can't be unspoken,

Now are just memories stored away.

 

Looking in the mirror

I stare at it.

It, is something that wasn't meant to happen.

It, is something that can't change.