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What have I become inside my reflected flesh.
Shivering in trickery to despise myself.
Doings blemish my smoked dark cheeks.
Lips quiver plots with poised words of lies.
I feign for pleasures of bad desired feelings of good.
It crawls lightly under my itched irritate skin.
I feel the shakes aching for wanted continuous relief.
Oh how I love the relief I can give to me and myself.
Toxins thrive in my spiral spun veins to puncture my spirit.
I’m awake alone when I fall in a sleep of my own.
Awaken in days with closed eyes wide open .
I can’t see who I have become to control my image.
I don’t know myself and It’s taken power on me.