Young Writers Society

making friends with broken mirrors
Broken shards of glass lay on the floor
I reach out for the distorted picture me
Even as the glass cuts me
Blind to the hands all around me
Entreating a warm embrace
Too obsessed with the eyes I see
Staring back at me judging
I walk among the broken peices
That accompany my soul
A desolate land I have made my home
Forgetting your words as soon as they left your mouth
With cuts that run deep into my soul
I use them to hide what's inside
All the hurt that ruled this desolate land
I have made my friends with broken mirrors

Thank you to everyone I didn't respond to yet. I promise your comments meant to much to me and really made my day it's just been a hard week<3
@Spearmint : thank you! All of my poems come from a pretty emotional place. Learning to love yourself is so important and parents and teachers don't ever teach that. Perfect grades or else. Ware this. It gets to feel pretty bad. So I felt I should write about it instead of just feel it. So glad you enjoyed<3
@momonster : thank you! I was kinda going for light theme this year because I have never had one. So I am glad to hear they all have a similar vibe.
@Hijinks :<3 I like that poem too as it kind of came from a nostalgia memory. It was going to be longer but kind of ran out of time and energy haha... And thank you<33333
@Ari11 I am glad you liked they way I ended it! Also thank you so much<3333 that really means a lot to me<33333
@alliyah thank you so so much<3 it was such an honor to help out the poetry mod team this year<3 and whenever I can<3
It just means so much that all of you take the time to read and It seems so unbelievable that people enjoyed and read along<3 so it just is that much more amazing that you took the time to comment<3<3<3