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| MIRROR NEVER LIES DIGITAL ART CHRYSSA V.2014 |
I intent sometimes
to break out
and to break everything around me
to gather them
in those large
trash bags
and then to hurl them
out the window
in the wastebaskets
which are smelling so bad right below it
Why do I let such
trivialities
plague my life?
Only for kindness!
The apiece
needs to have his personal
lovable junk
but what happens when
often this junk covers
the living space of
his dear cohabitants ...
I envy the "hard"ones
who know how to DEMAND
their own solitude
their personal
"Bubble"
I, the poor one,
I cannot
breathe longer
suffocating by others loading
but I am in fact bathed
and smeared
to their needs
which I personally consider
as feces
but so as accepted
they will adorn me
even into my grave
From time to time
I play again
the awesome game
in my mirror
which I played since I was a kid
so I do not forget
my own self...
Well, I look lately at my image
with fear
and I wonder
like an old woman with dementia
"WHO IS SHE?"
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