The Battle (Porcelain Enemy)

by Becca   Aug 1, 2008


I close the bathroom door
Turning the water on high
To hide my dark secret
To keep up my lie
I slide down to the floor
And listen to it calling my name
I try to deny my shadow
And accept it all the same
The shame bubbles inside
The guilt wants to get out
The pain echoes in my ear
And it continues to get loud
This saving hand reaches deep inside
And pulls out the person I never wanted to be
From the pit of my stomach
Something takes over me
There's a sense of relief
As I kneel, body bent
But I still can't believe what I'm doing
Something I never meant
Then I stop to think it all comes down to this
Me wanting to blame you
Causing me to do things
I never thought I'd do
But I know it's not about you
It's a struggle inside of me
I glance teary-eyed at my white porcelain enemy
And I'm glad I didn't succeed

By: Becca 20 (c) 2008

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