She Is

Tue, 05/15/2018 - 19:25 -- m0n1

She

is nothing more than a masterpiece 

trying to master her peace. 

She 

is her own anchor, 

but she's lost at sea. 

How could this be?

At night, 

she sleeps with her thoughts

and contracts infectious diseases. 

She 

doesn't know what to do, 

but she screams at the reflection in her mirror, 

"Leave us!"

She

doesn't even recognize herself. 

Jesus. 

She 

is drinking to forget,

but does that make her an alcoholic?

She 

is packing another bowl,

but does that make her a drug addict? 

She 

doesn't have children, but

is someone's daughter.

She has a name, but 

She 

doesn't know it.

She

is lost.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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