This city has turned us into someone we were afraid of. Irony pasted on every angle my eyes set upon, I covered my ears because of the voices whispering secrets I cannot stand to know.
I have eaten my own self, chewed it greatly Until I make my self dependent on myself. Pulled my own hair, cursed my own mother, I am bewildered by the presence of masses.
I saw them standing behind me, yet my eyes are looking At somewhere else far from what is behind my back. Cold. Ugly. Torn faces of children eaten by their own nurturers.
I was having an illusion. My demons were not real; I was constructing my own temple of cavity. True. No one needs anyone to destroy one’s self. You can’t blame others from ruining you, because
You were an accomplice: you allowed them to extract All your flaws and imperfections. You permitted them to throw all of it to you.
Now you can’t even look at yourself in front of a mirror.
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About emanilapoetry emanilapoetry formally opened on 19 June 2005 and is an online community of more than 400 writers and poets from various countries. As at 28 Sept 2007, this site has more 6,862 poem entries in archives.
