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by just chelsea Jun 29, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
The boy looked at his mirror And stared at his reflection And what was staring back at him Was his perfect imperfection The boy looked at the imperfection And stared into his eyes Remembering all the rejection remembering all the lies The boy glared at rejection And the pain that he did hide The mirror was his protection It showed what was on the inside He stared into the mirror It had become his obsession So the boy took his fist And smashed his own reflection The glass had shattered And his heart was torn For his reflection was A million times reborn He stared at the reflections As blood dripped from his hand He thought he could kill his obsession He just didn't understand Then he took the glass And it cut him like a knife He sat there on the bathroom floor As he was drained of life His final breath had gone He died from his twisted dissection And now hes laying peacefully amongst his broken reflection