a close friend of mine wrote this yesterday. she wanted to remain anonymous & i hope you guys will comment her so she realizes how amazing her writing really is!she has a book in the works & writes wonderful pieces constantly! let's see if we can get her to put her writings out here for all to enjoy!!! mmfwcl
I am but a fantasized creature in the minds of
those I speak to. Loved and cared for only as
that false image of myself they adore.
Bared, naked to them, I pose, allowing them to
see the me that is not their fantasy. They
stare, blessed by the image of me.
Upon further look they realize I am but flawed,
the false image now shattered to reveal the
reality of my soul. And so, they flee, seeking
to destroy reality and breathe life in to that
which never was but in their minds.
My heart breaks against the pavement and
shattered in to a million pieces as if made of
glass, and having been torn from my chest,
thrown against the cold, unwelcoming stones that
have no comfort nor cushion for my heart to fall
A river of tears and blood stains the already
flawed white. Alone once more, I mend myself
with sweet numbing, blocking out the sorrow as
another sees their fantasy in me.
Though still shattered,
I bare myself once more,
I am more than their fantasy.