but i couldn't seem to do the feeling inside me which just begged to be expressed any justice, so if u think u can, u r welcome to try.
Images
I looked into the mirror
Expecting to see who i am
Instead i saw the image of the person i was
I saw someone whose soul was
Splashed with bright colours
Whose eyes sparkled openly
With an unqunching thirst for life
Someone who wore her happiness as jewellary
Then the image faded.
I saw me as i am
my soul robbed of all colour
black and grey shaded here and there
guiless eyes no longer
eyes full of pain secrets and mystery
this person holds her disillusionment close to her heart
then the image changed again
i saw the person i was to be
souless and hurting
no colour at all
hard eyes, cold heart
i recoiled from that image
it couldn't be
i wouldn't let it be
the images came together and mocked
Do u have a choice?