CytocHromE
Bluelighter
Seriously, every time I sit down to study for my upcoming MCAT (Medical Colleges Admissions Test) I get sucked into these...beautiful poems that you guys write. I sit here and read for like 2 hours at a time...seriously.
I guess it's my turn to make a contribution to this board, although my talent in writing is far inferior to the talent I have seen here.
I wrote this for my girlfriend, but I haven't given it to her yet...I'm afraid of her reaction. She's "hurting" herself in ways that I can not help.
Mirror of Illusions
You claim this mirror to be so true
Yet the lies it feeds you fuels your imagination
Your imagination...the source of your pain
The pain caused by your desire to be accepted
Your desire to be liked
And all of this rests in this illusion portrayed by the mirror which you live by
Such a superficial world driving you to desperate measures
Measures to obtain the outer beauty which you have been taught to idealize
You are the victim of a lie that you have told yourself
For this mirror that returns an image of pure disgust is only an image which you have created based on the idolatry of a superficial world
What you can not understand is that you have always possessed this sought after beauty
What you do not realize is that you have masked the beauty with a blanket of lies
To unveil the image that you wish to see
You must first bring out that hidden joy you keep inside
I have only begun to witness the true you, yet so much remains to be seen
So much I want to discover...to feel
Yet you only allow me to see what this mirror of illusions shows you
I can not force you to allow me inside, to understand the real you
This cannot happen until you understand yourself
And to understand yourself, these lies that you create must be thrown out
Your mirror of illusions must be shattered and I can only provide the hammer
The decision to strike rests in your hands
*Stacey, Please don't give up on yourself. I love you so much, you have so much that I need.*
I guess it's my turn to make a contribution to this board, although my talent in writing is far inferior to the talent I have seen here.
I wrote this for my girlfriend, but I haven't given it to her yet...I'm afraid of her reaction. She's "hurting" herself in ways that I can not help.
Mirror of Illusions
You claim this mirror to be so true
Yet the lies it feeds you fuels your imagination
Your imagination...the source of your pain
The pain caused by your desire to be accepted
Your desire to be liked
And all of this rests in this illusion portrayed by the mirror which you live by
Such a superficial world driving you to desperate measures
Measures to obtain the outer beauty which you have been taught to idealize
You are the victim of a lie that you have told yourself
For this mirror that returns an image of pure disgust is only an image which you have created based on the idolatry of a superficial world
What you can not understand is that you have always possessed this sought after beauty
What you do not realize is that you have masked the beauty with a blanket of lies
To unveil the image that you wish to see
You must first bring out that hidden joy you keep inside
I have only begun to witness the true you, yet so much remains to be seen
So much I want to discover...to feel
Yet you only allow me to see what this mirror of illusions shows you
I can not force you to allow me inside, to understand the real you
This cannot happen until you understand yourself
And to understand yourself, these lies that you create must be thrown out
Your mirror of illusions must be shattered and I can only provide the hammer
The decision to strike rests in your hands
*Stacey, Please don't give up on yourself. I love you so much, you have so much that I need.*
