Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My Mirror

I'm not pretty, I'm not slim,

I don't fit in

I'm not smart, I'm not wise

I'm lost

I haven't a clue what to do

Or what to say

Too many voices cloud my head

Too many pictures run through my mind

I regret this and take back that

I'm not perfect, I make mistakes

I don't belong

I'm a quitter, I run away

I'm always afraid

No one can save me

No one can protect me

Promises broken, words unsaid

Blacked faced and numb

I'm too far to be reached

I've been separated from the world

Alienated and abandoned

Forced to live a life of death, exile and agony

Forced to look into the mirror