Self-Hate
More empty patience in retreat
A worthy design for my self-deceit
More lack of care to spin my will
More ways to pretend that I can still….
My reason drifts into this pain
A conflict of spells manifest again
Reflective hatred steals my will
I’m frozen in fear as my mirror kills
I breathe through rusted steel bars
The air is disease and the water scars
My trust becomes what I escape
As I close my eyes, it’s only me I betray
So barely able to remain
The mirror reminds me that there’s only pain
So close to silence and despair
The mirror reminds me that I should never care
More fallen promise in defeat
A worthy design for my self-deceit
More weakness driving what I do
More self-hate within, reflecting on you
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2007
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