The thought of looking in the mirror and not knowing who is looking back at you.
Well, I live my whole life like that.
Stay away from mirror, so you don't have panic attacks.
Don't talk, you might hear your own voice.
I live my day by day life scared of myself.
Never recognizing myself, never wanting to talk because I don't recognize my voice.
From being the most out going and loudest, to being the quietest and self reserved person.
Scariest thing that has ever happened to me.
Being happy and smiling all the time, to not even knowing how to smile and always wanting to cry.
Emotionless.
Sad.
Those are the two feelings I get to have.
Panic attack after panic attack.
From doing my makeup, to finding something to wear. Never having it easy with doing anything.
Struggle after struggle.
About the Creator
Haley M
I have always had a passion for writing. I simply am just telling my story.
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli5 days ago in Poets
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