Penetrating eyes Lurk in the dark corners Of her mind. They enter from without But come from within. They memorize the mysterious Twists and turns, Understand the perilous cliffs And dead ends. She knows they're there, Looking at her through Her own eyes. She knows they create the Thoughts of evil, Death But she takes them as her own. She plummets to her death In her mind's eye. Sees the bloody pulp that was Her, While sitting in class. She knows it's not her Who creates these fantasies But it's her who acts on them. She's the one who tries to Jump out the window, Who is not allowed near sharp objects Because she likes to cut herself. It is her who tells the Eyes what to do. She created them And they created her.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I experience these feelings that something else like eyes are the ones who create these fantasies.
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