Soul Alone

Voices resonate.

With twisted words
and hateful lies-

my mind is a broken mirror.

Funhouse frames distorting reality
and putting me down-
my reflection spites me.

Frozen nights fall out and sunlight trapped inside.

Cracks in glass convince me I am nothing
and the filth between feeds my demons.

The whispers inside my head sing lullabies made of glass-
not smart enough.
not skinny enough.
not pretty enough.
not good enough.

Now these fragmented shards cut into me,
leaving nothing behind but thoughts of
insecurities and beautiful suicides.

What has my mind shown me?

I am whole, even when I am broken.

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