Introspection
Introspection.
They tear;
ragged nails in
matted hair.
They burn;
screaming words
you can’t discern.
They cry;
tears that ask
the question ‘why?’
They mourn;
their liquid eyes
all forlorn.
They run;
waiting still to
come undone.
They smile;
they’ve been here
for quite a while.
“Look at me,
for I am true-
I am just the inner you.”
They tear;
ragged nails in
matted hair.
They burn;
screaming words
you can’t discern.
They cry;
tears that ask
the question ‘why?’
They mourn;
their liquid eyes
all forlorn.
They run;
waiting still to
come undone.
They smile;
they’ve been here
for quite a while.
“Look at me,
for I am true-
I am just the inner you.”
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As per usual, tell me what you think this poem is about. Tell me what you like and dislike. Tell me if it strikes a chord or leaves you bored.