Soul searching has always been a hard part for me. I don't like mirrors because they show me EXACTLY who I am. It's so easy to play the mirror for everyone else, but when it comes to correcting myself, I do what many people do. I lie. I cover the flaw with something subtle or something to divert attention. I've been in a raw state lately. Being brutally honest with myself. It's not pretty, but it is necessary. Reflection is a funny word. It's the portrayal of ones self. I didn't like what I saw when I went back in time in my mind to a very juvenile me. This is one of my demons in the mirror.
Enjoy.
Don't be Me. Be You
______by_Vs3_________
Cease and Desist
Don't be surprised if I snatch that extra piece of pizza off your plate and tell you that you don't need it/
And when you look at me with those brown eyes that could kill a weaker heart, I'll tell you that it feels like your starving,i know, but trust me, you don't want to eat it/
I know what youre doing.
You feed your face to choke the words that you wish to say,/
But have no strength to because youre so full of empty calories that theres no room to breathe to say/
"I'm full"- You feel worth less than the last breath you took, because it still feels like youre sucking crisco thru a straw/
caught up in fear of punishment for being you, out loud/
You turn up the music and the soda, a sorrow binge to mute the sounds/
Of the teasing kids who make fun of your poetry/
Id stop you before you broke all your pencils, thinking "words are stupid" or so it now seems/
That sports are what men do, books are for burning, rip up the flowers that the alphabet form on your pages in ink/
It's a slope from this point, you'll trick your mind to think/
That the only words worth forming are cut downs and insults. No bet./
Quick on your wit, destructive with language, shooting lyrical bullets, a dance you know the words, music and moves too, no sweat./
STOP! Just stop. Words can kill. I would stop you before you found that out at 17/
Tears falling are what form when words make souls bleed./
She never wakes up, because the words that you spoke/
Were like every single pill that she forced down her throat/
"Ugly" and "skank" everyday for a month is what you called her among others/
And you still have the nerve to go to the funeral to pay "respects" to her sisters, father, brothers and mother/
I would snatch you by the lower jaw reach thru your heart and rip your words from your diaphragm, deflating both your lungs./
To form words you need breath, and you don't need your heart if you continue this way,I was you once, I'm who you become./
Your demons will chase you waiting for you to fail soon/
You become addicted to pain, you melt parts of your soul in a spoon/
Over fear's open flame, and take the syringe of self pity/
And inject it into your veins, tracks on your arm that you think you wear proudly/
Feeling sorry for yourself because you think your deserted/
Dont be who you think everybody wants to see, and you won't become me. And there you have it, crisis averted/
To the boys who remind me the most of me/
Don't fold to the pressure. There is a bigger picture. Trust me, you'll see/
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