Living in 20/20 vision.
Seeing all the passes i've given
When there should of been nothng,
No free ride to the inside of my mind.
Where you found the power
To cut out my tongue.
And it's me whos left with the trauma.
Writing poetry for twenty years.
And my pain is still fresh here,
At the bottom of my fears
Of ending up all on my own.
I've discovered a mirror
In a house ontop of a hill
A house I never had to courage to go in.
I have discovered a mirror.
And I look nothing, like I thought i did.
Some dismorphia of the brain.
I expected to find an old woman.
But this young girl still looks the same.
I mourn for your hardships
I mourn for your hardships and suffering, while simultaneously wishing to compliment you for the power of imagery, metaphor and emotion in your last stanza. It's quite good. I hope that life, itself, becomes quite good for you, as well.