10-3: Confused

by Donavin   Dec 5, 2005


As I Look Around The Room
To See What I Look Like In The Reflection
All Of A Sudden There Was A Mirror On The Wall
As I Walk Slowly…
Scared To See What I May Look Like
As I Look I Start To Think
Is That Me?
My Black Hair With Bugs Crawling Around
My Long Body Exposing All My Bones
With Dirt All Over My Skin
Its Like I Have Been In Mud All My Life
With My Long Bony Fingers
I Start To Cry,
With Tears Going Down My Bony Cheek
It Washes Away Some Of The Dirt
But For This I Start To Realize
All This Hate And Darkness
It’s Boling Inside Me
As I Start Screaming Then I Punch The Mirror
It Shatters And Blood Flying All Over With The Shards Of The Mirror…

To understand this read number 10 and 10-2

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