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Mirror Me
I am me.
But me is not alone
I am stalked
Copied.
Mirrored.
So I change.
I dye my hair
I change my style.
I speak real loud
And all you bitches can suck my non-existant-dick.
This is me.
The hidden me.
But I am still not allowed to be myself.
Mirrors follow me
Trying to steal everything I have.
I change my name
I change my life.
I whisper my opinions
And mutter in your general direction.
In French.
So Laissez-moi déjà!
Leave me ALONE already!
The Mirrors follow me.
Begging to be cracked
Someday I will turn around
Look at these people who mirror my life
And shatter them.
They will see the remnants of their lives.
And cry a pool of blood.
While I walk away smirking.
But me is not alone
I am stalked
Copied.
Mirrored.
So I change.
I dye my hair
I change my style.
I speak real loud
And all you bitches can suck my non-existant-dick.
This is me.
The hidden me.
But I am still not allowed to be myself.
Mirrors follow me
Trying to steal everything I have.
I change my name
I change my life.
I whisper my opinions
And mutter in your general direction.
In French.
So Laissez-moi déjà!
Leave me ALONE already!
The Mirrors follow me.
Begging to be cracked
Someday I will turn around
Look at these people who mirror my life
And shatter them.
They will see the remnants of their lives.
And cry a pool of blood.
While I walk away smirking.
Published 8th Mar 2012
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12th Mar 2012 5:53pm
I'm feeling this. We've become an anonymous crowd. Suffocation through conformity. What happened to finding your own way, to being unique.
13th Mar 2012 7:41pm
Exactly, sometimes I have to do something nobody in their right mind would ever do to get people to stop copying me
28th May 2012 3:10am
I like this piece a lot. The tone is well-made for the subject, and the punctuation isn't overdone. The only thing I see is that the line "And cry a pool of blood" is terribly cliche, and spoils an otherwise good piece. It's so hard to write decent dark/angsty poems because (going along with what this poem says) everybody writes them so the subject gets played out. Meaning every cliche line is so much more painful because you've seen it a hundred times.
Overall though, good piece and solid work.
Overall though, good piece and solid work.
5th Jun 2012 2:31am
The concept is good, the rhythm is good, and a poem like this doesn't need as much descriptive language as others, but it could use just a few more juicy and intense words. I also think that not only will the descriptive language give the poem depth and meaning, but it will make the speaker sound more emotional, which makes the reader feel more linked and emotionally attached to the speaker, and that is good for a dramatic poem such as this one. So, good poem, more descriptive language. :)
