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Zozo Blundell Poem
I remember…
It was an awful oppressing day,
The clouds were dim and the air was frosty…
I couldn't stop myself, I ran to my room and died.
Tears were streaming down my face as Niagara falls in mid-summer.
As I looked into the mirror I could only see,
glistening scarlet eyes and a crooked smile staring straight at me.
Daring me, like a child's game, to face the knife behind my back
I closed my eyes and a masquerade of death appeared
I entered through the bloody mist and a wave of terror fell upon me.
A peaceful but tormenting rhythm began to play,
Its sinister sound stabbed each mask that twirled by
Some masks were devilish and ghostly others were scarred and damaged
But all were unique and held the beholders deepest fear
These masks were shields, hiding the eyes from disgust and failure
Making sure to safely conceal their most gruesome side
To no surprise, I was one of them, I was no different
I-wore a mask hiding the slicing pain that cut me from the inside out
I was a broken soul forced to play a game of life
And this everlasting impression of pain and terror devoured me
As I no longer heard the sound of music or could see the death destined masks dance by
The bloodthirsty mist slowly disappeared and the mask that once identified me as-- broken had vanished
I steadily awaken from what felt like an eternity of lifelessness
I found myself sprawled out on the floor in my room
I began to rise, like a zombie from its grave. One limb after another.
I noticed a sharp pain in my foot as I look down there were silver shards scattered around me
Terrified I glanced up and saw the cold-blooded knife stabbed into the mirror
I could no longer see my swollen eyes or warped smile
And the deep scars that were once full of pain and terror, began to heal
Finally, I was free from the awful game of life
and no world was left upon my shoulders
But to this day
I still fear that death is holding me in his tight godly grip
Never willing to go
Copyright © Zozo Blundell | Year Posted 2019
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Zozo Blundell Poem
Everyone tells her she's beautiful,
Smart, kind and funny
She hears these words all the time
Like a silent killer with no soul
No value, no power, only empty words
That society has carved and recreated
For their own purpose
The creator of her reasons,
why she can't comprehend or even understand
That she's a beauty to their eye
Because every time she sees a mirror
She's caught by her reflection
She dresses up and primps her hair
But in the end, come only muddled tears
Wishing for perfection
Clenching her fists and grinding her teeth
She’s trying so hard to hold back her rage
Dashing to her bedroom weeping
She can't take the torture anymore
As she collapses onto the floor
All she wanted was a brighter smile
And different colored hair
Hating her body, nose, and feet
The only words she can hear are, “it’s not fair”
She doesn't talk to many boys
And she's not popular at school
She's praying for attention
And wishing she was cool
You think she's very happy
Buts that's all fiction you see
Her sorrow and insecurities
Are hidden by disguise
Melancholy and jealousy are
Invariably symptoms
Of neurotic insecurity
Her words trap her in a metal kingdom
Bound to sit and think, she thinks a lot
And revisits her past
She remembers when she was little
And her life was crystal-like glass
But now it's as clouded as steam
And back then, when no one was mean
It didn't matter how you dressed or looked
Yet it's so tough to be a teen but,
Times change and she realized the truth
Her past was only a shell she was peeling off.
With courage, she stands up on her bedroom tiles
She looks into the mirror once more and sees
She's a broken girl in a broken world forced to mock a smile
Copyright © Zozo Blundell | Year Posted 2019
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