I’m trying to decide whether I like life or not
\nI’m debating past actions compared to present
\nHave I changed, progressed, moved forward
\nAm I now where I wanted to be
\nI walk along a lake and look at the water
\nI see my reflection, yet it is distorted
\nI see me but not really
\nI just exist
\nWhat happened to the laughter, the struggle for my mouth to curve upward instead of down
\nThe pain felt in my neck as I try to lift my head high and not let it soar down
\nI can see the ground
\nI can feel the agony the ground must feel as I take each seemingly gigantic step forward (or is it back?)
\nDon’t step on the cracks
\nBut, then where would I step?
\nI wish she would have stayed
\nI look into a broken window and notice my reflection
\nHow clear, how oddly clear I appear through each broken piece of glass
\nHow pieceful my face looks
\nthere’s a piece, there’s a piece
\nThere’s a whole in the window as big as the one in my soul
\nDon’t push too hard or the whole thing will go
\nDon’t push too hard or my soul will break
\nlike a shattered window, a shattered life
\nYet, look how clear I appear through so many broken pieces<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m trying to decide whether I like life or not I’m debating past actions compared to present Have I changed, progressed, moved forward Am I now where I wanted to be I walk along a lake and look at the … Continue reading