I position myself beneath the rocks when a thing of beauty looms by. Exhaust the minutes polishing the soot with the corner of a palm. In wait for that discolored reflection; Mirror of my antithesis, To show me the things I am not. -----I really need to get over my self-consciousness, low esteem, and .... overall sadness.
Beneath this weight your soot becomes a diamond. The beauty of your poem is beyond compare, equality is not sameness.
That is quite good. And as for sadness, I don't think it's overall an unhealthy thing. I mean, sure if you want to change it don't let some guy you've never met stop you. But I find you write best when you're either incredibly depressed or overwhelmingly impressed by the world.
I never could quite figure out how girls like you could ever have a low esteem... Anyway, cool poem. It's funny how every person's poetry/lyrics is read in completly different ways by me (and I assume also others): your stuff, for example, I just visualize and see it as a painting or artistic film. One thing, though... I don't think you should've used the word "antithesis". Seems somewhat pretentious.
