Disgusted,
at what is seen,
self observation is key,
Yet to keen,
to understand oneself,
Only seeing what is deemed,
Hateful sinful gross unruly,
Truly empty,
all the Things in which I spite,
Is what I am,
I cannot lie,
I see In Mirrors gazing back,
Reflections of faces I could've slapped,
Yet all that's there is I, It's me,
I hate the person that I see,
Embodied by wrong choices,
Choices made because of whispering voices,
But only I and what I am,
Can show me, me that sad sad sack.
Here I am again
Staring at my reflection
Asking why still in combustion
At the eyes full of confusion
Where am I?
Feeling drowned in the sea of loneliness
My whole being full of emptiness
When will I can get back to Holiness
When I met you
I thought it was the end of the battle
But my mind took me into rattle
Please let me out into this puzzle
Who am I?
In this land full of BE pollination
Flowering for owns mind satisfaction
Continued suppressing self observation
How to avoid this Hallucination
Consistently take the higher road
Acquiring to be a superhuman mode
But still right here, right now
I am at the crossroad
This is the day of Rebirth
Knowing the inner beauty of Earth
The spring comes out from Spirituality
Thriving equilibrium state for Humanity
Self-observations
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I live my life through my poetry
I am the team of my insecurities
Living on the edge
Or Waiting to be held
I was taught the vital level of survival skills
Somehow, I fail in so many ways
My foundation tilt
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It has become easier to depend on others
For comforts, without lifting a muscles
Or turning on my thinking cap
I turn off all gaps
Maybe it could be signs of weakness;
Or a touch of madness
Perhaps a little of both
I never worry about my beauty
Because it’s unquestionable
I am so lovable,
But non-negotiable
To live by words, or to create my own language
Which I seldom do
To be the one who must decipher
U cannot stands alone or be written as just u (You)
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Self-observation is self-multiplying
And self- reflection
Beginning with my low and high
Timing is everything
However, do I have the time?
Knowledge rests upon
base from self observation
Conscience speaks own words
seeing your reflection
makes you do self observation
am i who see myself as?
i see the face in the mirror staring at me
the face i cannot recognize
the face marred with strees pain and grief
the reflection is not me
because i am ever changing
the reflection is who i was 5 seconds ago
before i walked away