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who am i

By , Defuniak Springs, FL
I look into the mirror and what do I see?A girl with blank brown eyes, staring back at me.A face that is pale, eyes which are glassy,And yet I expect people to think I'm classy?It's ironic you know, staring at her eyes,Because the more I see them, I just wish she'd die.



I look down to my arms, and what do I see?Various scars lining my skin, taunting me.They've slowly disappeared so no one else can see,But what good is that if they're clear as day for me to read?I still recall the pain and anger which caused these scarsJust like how I can recall my heart behind these steel bars.



I look at our picture, and what do I see?A happy couple grinning at me.But now I cannot decipher what these feelings hold,But I do know that I meant everything I've told.My "I Love You"s and my "I miss you"s.Everything I said like that is completely true.



I look out the window, and what do I see?Dark clouds heading straight for me.They are the reflections of my heart so sad.Even of the heart within when I'm mad.And as they approach along comes a downpourAnd with it winds that screech and roar.



And I look back into the mirror and what do I see?A tormented child staring back at me.With tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes,She glares at me, wishing I'd die.I back away, watching the glare decide my fate,As I stumble back, attempting to grab something even if its too late.



I hit the ground hard and what do I see?Dark clouds rolling above of me.And at the top of the hole there they are,The girls with the bloodshot eyes and bloody scars.As they watch me each of them start to cry.And they whisper my own heart's question; Who am I? I look into the mirror and what do I see?A girl with blank brown eyes, staring back at me.A face that is pale, eyes which are glassy,And yet I expect people to think I'm classy?It's ironic you know, staring at her eyes,Because the more I see them, I just wish she'd die.I look down to my arms, and what do I see?Various scars lining my skin, taunting me.They've slowly disappeared so no one else can see,But what good is that if they're clear as day for me to read?I still recall the pain and anger which caused these scarsJust like how I can recall my heart behind these steel bars.I look at our picture, and what do I see?A happy couple grinning at me.But now I cannot decipher what these feelings hold,But I do know that I meant everything I've told.My "I Love You"s and my "I miss you"s.Everything I said like that is completely true.I look out the window, and what do I see?Dark clouds heading straight for me.They are the reflections of my heart so sad.Even of the heart within when I'm mad.And as they approach along comes a downpourAnd with it winds that screech and roar.And I look back into the mirror and what do I see?A tormented child staring back at me.With tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes,She glares at me, wishing I'd die.I back away, watching the glare decide my fate,As I stumble back, attempting to grab something even if its too late.I hit the ground hard and what do I see?Dark clouds rolling above of me.And at the top of the hole there they are,The girls with the bloodshot eyes and bloody scars.As they watch me each of them start to cry.And they whisper my own heart's question; Who am I?





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