A self portrait, featuring my unkept hair. Starting to feel better after what felt like an absolute onslaught of tragedy. Learning a lot more about the nature of self love.
An insurmountable heap of dread and failure look back at you, and there is no path other than to accept it.
Others may have forgiven you, but alas you can't find it in your heart to forgive yourself for what you did and who you were.
All that is left is love and faith, but you were taught that these things come from the outside world, the horror of it coming from within, startling to say it short.
Can I ever love myself again?
Why is it so easy to still love you?
The mirror is harsh and beautiful, whilst sharp and broken you can't help but to gaze back into it.
Expecting a void, like your favourite dead Russian poets told you, but instead, seeing another self awkwardly grinning back, an attempt at a smile, a knowing.
A long prank, a legendary bit.
A lesson learnt both ways.
A teacher being taught.
A student being studied.
(Thanks for reading my edgy Tumblr poem)
Self-portrait inspired by the great game "Disco Elysium."