Is me

[EverythingsEventual]

Sometimes it's hard to see my life as others see it
To me it's a train-wreck of sad songs and loves lost
A pitiful tropy of all that I've done wrong to myself
This century is like a tight iron band round my forehead
Squeezing tighter and tighter
Until I cannot see, or care, about anything except myself
And how I percieve others to see me
Every worry I have is put under a magnifying glass
So that the sun can burn it and make it hurt more
I am accused of being full of angst and sorrow
But that's only because the only person that pities me
Is me

Sometimes I know I say and do the wrong things
I try to crucify everyone for having the gall to believe in me
To think I am pretty, or have talent, or to believe
That one day, soon, maybe my world will be a brighter place
But sometimes I do find it hard to look in the mirror
And like the girl, fraught with worry, staring back at me
I'm scared to look at the mirror in case
In case I see someone standing behind me like a monster
And it's the saddest thing that I am chronically aware
To the point of despair
That the only person who can get me out of this black hole
Is me

 

[RareForm]

you are writing about me as well.

wow, you couldn't have pinned me closer.

great write dear.

 

[EverythingsEventual]

Kinda glad someone identifies

 

[iLoveYouWithaKnife]

I think there's a lot of people who can identify with this.
chalk me up on the blackboard.

 

[boulderonshoulder]

Dek too ><