Distorted February 21, 2010
Posted by Princess Wordplay in Poetry.Tags: depression, hopelessness, illusion, Poetry
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Imagine a life as a slave
To windows convex and concave
Some are stained, others bathroom glass
A new view through each that you pass
A blending of truth and deceit
Distorted by people you meet
The threads, oh so tightly they weave
That you know not who to believe
You run to your windows once more
Now finding them worse than before
Lashing out, you destroy one and all
Watching shattered shards as they fall
Blood soaked and weary from attack
Victory!
Suddenly, the world fades to black
