Submissions by PoemHunter

What if my reality,
is your imagination?

Will it ever end?
And when?
This chaos inside of me,
This endless war against myself.
When I try to defend myself,
My actions are mirrored,
and I am weakened.
I cannot stop this endless struggle.
It has become my way of life,
The only way I know how to live.
I must fight to survive.
But what if fighting myself,
Is the thing that is really killing me?
What if I stopped?
What if I looked and that mirror, and just looked,
lived,
accepted?
Is that giving up?
I am growing more and more tired.
With one final blow,...