Me

A body sits there, in the middle of the unkempt room.
Staring at the eyes before her as they mirror her moves.
Taking a moment to take in her features.
In spite of finding herself in front this mirror on the daily
Every morning she wakes up to a stranger staring back at her
Allowing her dark orbs to rack her face and not long after her body
They seem so familiar yet so foreign
Crushed by the reality that is her existence
Burning holes on her own face, in hopes of somehow understanding the bedlam of an entity better.
Conflicted by the words of those who are around her
How can they differ so much? she was right there, and yet she couldn’t help but feel the distance
that lied in between
Why it is that the harrowing trepidation of her being an imposer is harder to ignore
Waxing like vines, slowly wrapping themselves around her neck. The thought of everyone suddenly
seeing her so called true face, daunts her like a creature lurking in the corners of her mind
Tracing around a slouched stature that was slowly wilting like a plant. First the ribs that are now
poking through the petite figure, then the prominent jaw structure, until her fingers reach the messy
bundle of hair covering her pallid face
Running the digits through the strands, attempting to unravel them; wishing her hands could sink
deeper into her skull and go beyond all the physical parts, allowing her to do the very same with her
thoughts (Rather visceral, i know)
With every breath, she suffocated a little more
Momentarily shutting her eyes, she allows herself to assimilate how, to her dismay, she has once
again been awoken to the same surroundings, blood coursing through her veins like liquid fire, as a
the pounding in her tight chest became more distinct; acknowledging how her pleas had fallen on
deaf ears
Slowly peering through her puffy eyelids
Her orbs linger on the dark and sunken areas beneath the lifeless eyes.
Accepting the truth that sleep is no longer the remedy to the lassitude, that had found home in the
now frail body.
Her never ending war with reality.
Oh what a beautiful disaster
What a heavenly hell
Demons she’s unable to tame
And she thoughts can’t seem unravel