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Mirror Masked
Dreaming at midday
Feet glide on clouds of stolen memory
Who is this person walking in my shoes
Looking in the mirror
You are not me
Dreaming at midday
Skin slicker than ice
Who are you talking when I speak
Slurring my words
You are not me
Dreaming at midday
Watching you from the dark of the moon
Feeling you from the core of the earth
Who are you
When you are not me
Feet glide on clouds of stolen memory
Who is this person walking in my shoes
Looking in the mirror
You are not me
Dreaming at midday
Skin slicker than ice
Who are you talking when I speak
Slurring my words
You are not me
Dreaming at midday
Watching you from the dark of the moon
Feeling you from the core of the earth
Who are you
When you are not me
Published 19th Oct 2020
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This is an interesting take on anxiety and the way that a person sees themselves. Sometimes the mask is a great inhibitor to discovering our own personal truths.
I have nominated this poem for the New Member of the Month competition, found here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11597/#502594
I have nominated this poem for the New Member of the Month competition, found here:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/competitions/read/11597/#502594
19th Oct 2020 6:02pm
Thank you for taking the time to read and share my poem, it's not just about anxiety but also about depersonalization and derealization.
