#5. Me
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lotusmystiekstill as depressing as always
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{Skin : a series of 7 poems, written by Lotus}

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#5. Me

a poem written by : Lotus

I am flawed.

I am stone, stone cold.

And my lips are chapped, dry, drained of colour.

Am I dead?

Or am I death?

The one who storms into your life.

Leaving nothing but a trail of heartbreak.

Pain.

Cold.

Destruction.

And, well, death.

My eyes are wide.

My hair uncombed.

Under my nails, there's dirt.

I am broken.

I am in pieces.

And I've tried to pick it all up.

I've tried so many times.

And it never works. It never will.

My skins all rough.

And all my hairs stand up right.

I am imperfect.

I am a girl.

I am a teenager.

I am confused.

About so many things.

Not sure why I'm still here.

Why my skin's not yet drained of it's colour, my body lying pale and stiff in a coffin.

And I've put my energy so many times in something,

in someone.

Never receiving something back.

By now, I'm not surprised anymore.

I am disappointed.

I am angry.

I am sad.

I am tired.

Of myself.

Of me.

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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
4 months ago
dream a little dream with me?

lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
2 months ago
to convince someone you're fine.

lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
4 months ago
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lotusmystiekGifted Writerstill as depressing as always
3 months agoReply
@bernardtwindwil Thank you!

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
3 months agoReply
This was powerful like a punch in the gut. I loved it in its dark self-demeaning majesty. Great poem!!!!