Look at the man in the mirror,
Can't help but notice how I feel,
And the mirror, It lies to me,
Keep acting like your okay with this,
Can't help but having to close my eyes,
And forget that reflection,
It just tears me apart,
I've tried and tried to forget it,
How can I when the mirror tells me lies,
Cannot stand to see,
That unfamiliar face,
So unlike the one that hides in me,
Can we just forget this please,
And I can't help but feel like it's just me,
That keeps running into the roadblocks,
And I can't help but feel like,
If I've always been honest,
Why does the mirror still distort me,
Why do you keep looking,
For pieces of me,
And find all the wrong ones,
I don't care that,
My mirror and everyone else seems to see the scars,
The boney hips,
And the ribs that barely show,
Don't mess with me,
I've climbed higher mountains than you,
This small size,
Just very well fits in more places than you,
And leaves me with further to go,
But even though my body is tired,
My head it never sleeps,
The only real question is my next move.
I can never tell if I'm two or twenty-two hundred feet up,
My heart beat it slows down,
I can't tell if it's a fact I find it hard to breathe,
Or if the air is lacking its oxygen,
Why must I still climb myself,
Don't can't hide from myself,
Even way up high,
Still can't put the pieces together,
Still lost cannot find the shattered bits in the sand,
Throw it in my rage,
And the only one it ever tears apart is me,
The wind of my racing thoughts sending them right back at me,
I've always been afraid to break something of someone else,
Can't you seem the only demons I know,
I can only count three,
And all of them are owned by me.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
