Silhouette of hand against distorted glass with geometric shapes. black and white color.

Distorted Glass

Distorted Glass by Serena Morrigan

Today I am full of love for my friends
Who think better of me than I do
My mind is a vicious place, you don’t
Want to look outside these eyes
The mirror is distorted glass
Showing the demons inside my skull
Exactly what they want to see
Am I worthy to be called a friend
When I feel like I’m constantly on fire?
Why can’t I be kind for once
To the person carrying these bones?
I hear them whispering again…
You don’t deserve it
No, you don’t deserve it

Smoke of Remorse by Serena Morrigan

Bewildered, I watch the heavy smoke rise
As the midnight sun dissolves into the black
Flickering sparks sprinkle the night sky
It would have been a beautiful sight to see
If only it weren’t for these demons inside
Bubbling to the surface merely to destroy
Again, I’m left with the ashes of my attempts
At something resembling friendship

<strong>Serena Morrigan</strong>
Serena Morrigan

Serena started writing poetry in high school as a means to deal with bullying. She only recently started writing again after a traumatic experience. By openly talking about mental health issues, she hopes to end the stigma and help people feel less alone with their struggles.

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