Darkness seeps in
Like ink within blood
Poison
Diffused
Your analysis of my self
Compartmentalized and situated
In some box, stored away
Dust and disappointment
Gather as I break off into pieces
Some I choose to show, some hidden
Hidden
From prying eyes and vacant stares
Misunderstanding my intentions entirely
Contempt
Confusion
And more than that,
A mute refusal to hear the sharp remarks
Escaping from your own disdainful lips
Cannot be countered
Cannot be misssed
This poem really resonates. Of course I don't know if I'm reading it correctly but it seems to express my feelings of every time I've been hurt by criticism or hateful remarks by someone I love deeply -- someone that I expected to understand me and who I just find out really doesn't.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it. That definitely sounds very similar to what I was going through when I wrote this. Thank you for reading!
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