Funhouse

Short freeverse about self-image and how it's affected by what others think about you.

You fill me up with empty words,
Now I'm riddled with smoke and mirrors,
Cause you pulled it all away,
with no words to say - cause I've vanished.

Funhouse reflections,
You can't see me like I do.
Why couldn't you take that away?
Clawing at the smoke instead of you,
Hypnotized by voices with nothing to say:
"You're just you".