Hey guys, I posted this a long time ago but all my poems were removed so I'm posting it again....some people said they liked it and sum didn't...tell me wot u think...review plz?
'We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.' Goethe
I study a photograph, all crumpled and faded,
Yellowed with age, hardly recognisable,
Is the sweet, innocent face of someone very young,
With no lines of worry, free of frowns.
A plump, oval face, skin tone very light,
Dimpled smile, eyes huge and innocent,
A child, no more than the age of eleven,
Her intelligence and humour hardly spent.
Tears prick the corners of eyes as I look on,
Memories crowd into my befuddled brain,
Remembering the person I used to be,
But I've changed...Nothing is the same.
I was naive but happy,
Restless but sociable,
Never worrying but always content,
Satisifed with my family life,
Everything was orderly, running in a pattern,
Not a speck of dust out of place,
But when I look into the mirror now,
All I see is a troubled face.
Taited with impurity, a disease eating me away,
Never resting, I'm fading day by day,
My mind full with horrors that I prefer not to relate,
My intelligence and common sense long out of date,
Tragedies and betrayals permanently present behind my eyes,
Hatred and vengeance for the people I despise,
Wounds and hurting blows marked deep on to my skin,
My mind and body suffering from forgotten sins,
I'm trying to deceive myeself...mislead myself...believe in myself,
Trying to live a lie, but I know my efforts will eventually die,
I can't believe what I've become,
An ugly, shameful creature,
I'm such a coward that I can't face,
A single friend or teacher,
I don't even know how to really deceive,
'Cos everytime I try, I come back to square one,
That's why I'm such a desperate deceiver,
A gir so changed, who's done
What she'd always tried to avoid,
But she couldn't control her heart,
No matter how much she tried...
So you see, I'm a desperate deceiver to myself.