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Unfixable
I hear it in my mind
Too short, too fat
Noting's ever good enough
Stop doing this and do that
I see all the flaws
Laughing back at me
No where to hide
No means to be free
What is wrong with you?
They ask "Why feel this way"?
Nothing is wrong
I'm fine...I finally say
I go back in my shell
Curl up inside
Motivation slips away
Too tired to cry
I struggle to keep going
I know what to do
I just don't have it in me
Consumed by the blues
When I look in the mirror
I hate the reflection I see
How do I fix myself
When I don't care about me?
Too short, too fat
Noting's ever good enough
Stop doing this and do that
I see all the flaws
Laughing back at me
No where to hide
No means to be free
What is wrong with you?
They ask "Why feel this way"?
Nothing is wrong
I'm fine...I finally say
I go back in my shell
Curl up inside
Motivation slips away
Too tired to cry
I struggle to keep going
I know what to do
I just don't have it in me
Consumed by the blues
When I look in the mirror
I hate the reflection I see
How do I fix myself
When I don't care about me?
Published 16th Jul 2019
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16th Jul 2019 4:38am
Hi, cnbsoulmates
I daresay I feel the introspective prison and imagine the vicious circle that wraps the mind thus cornered. I sense the pain and taste the bitterness.
And yet, I see the spark of hope in the conscious thoughts that remain alive; in the evasion of admission that anything's amiss ("Nothing is wrong/
I'm fine...I finally say");
in the mirror judgement that says "I don't like what I see" {paraphrased].
The persona holds the lifeline in his/her own hands: changing the looking glasses might expose a whole new world. The answer might be right under one's nose, meaning a change of perspective.
An effective portrayal of what is a real world for many. The irregular rhythm against the fixed pendulum of the ABAB rhyme scheme in each stanza is a kind of throbbing of the desperate mind on the one hand, but a sign that life pulses on, on the other hand. And while there's life, there's hope.
Sincerely
cab
I daresay I feel the introspective prison and imagine the vicious circle that wraps the mind thus cornered. I sense the pain and taste the bitterness.
And yet, I see the spark of hope in the conscious thoughts that remain alive; in the evasion of admission that anything's amiss ("Nothing is wrong/
I'm fine...I finally say");
in the mirror judgement that says "I don't like what I see" {paraphrased].
The persona holds the lifeline in his/her own hands: changing the looking glasses might expose a whole new world. The answer might be right under one's nose, meaning a change of perspective.
An effective portrayal of what is a real world for many. The irregular rhythm against the fixed pendulum of the ABAB rhyme scheme in each stanza is a kind of throbbing of the desperate mind on the one hand, but a sign that life pulses on, on the other hand. And while there's life, there's hope.
Sincerely
cab
16th Jul 2019 4:46am
"The persona holds the lifeline in his/her own hands: changing the looking glasses might expose a whole new world."
Your comment is beautiful and very insightful. Thank you!
Your comment is beautiful and very insightful. Thank you!
18th Jul 2019 00:00am
You are most welcome, cnbsoulmates.
In the back of my mind, I think I thought of writing this piece after reading yours. Take a look and see how the cobwebs can be utterly dusted:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/353731-rusted-dreams/
In this case, the wrongs are definitely fixable, but by a personal determination to get out of the malaise.
Blessings
cab
In the back of my mind, I think I thought of writing this piece after reading yours. Take a look and see how the cobwebs can be utterly dusted:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/353731-rusted-dreams/
In this case, the wrongs are definitely fixable, but by a personal determination to get out of the malaise.
Blessings
cab
16th Jul 2019 2:58pm
When we think too much we can overwhelm our mind. We need to live life as it comes no questions,no answers.
16th Jul 2019 9:38pm
You know JusTim - you are absolutely right. Sometimes my mind just goes in 1000 directions at once. Overwhelmed. I like that description!
17th Jul 2019 3:46pm
Nothing wrong with who you are...
Don’t be so hard on yourself, love yourself as the ones that love you do. Size, shape has nothing to do with who you are, just let smile and your soul shine. 😃❤️😃❤️
Don’t be so hard on yourself, love yourself as the ones that love you do. Size, shape has nothing to do with who you are, just let smile and your soul shine. 😃❤️😃❤️
18th Jul 2019 2:03am
