And so My Story takes another turn,
From past mistakes i will learn.
In my head I'm not alone, I have a twin
I try my best but still I sin.
Somedays I think I am triplets
I don't mean to hurt those it upsets.
Its only fun to play these games
My personality split by
many names.
Who will be the sprite today, me myself or I?
Do you think that you have found your ghost, I dare you come and try!
Your feedback helps Burrfoot understand what's working
Getting there, one step at a time
The words they just spill out, From my mouth they seem to drip. If I stop, it builds up pressure, And it pushes through my lips. I can't help myself from saying it. It's not like I can turn it off.
How must this look within your eyes. Do you think me of as disgusting, Or plain full of lies. What do you think of what I am. Do you think I terrible, and should be damned.
The secrets that I keep. As I try to fall asleep. Are so many and so numerous. They prevent me counting sheep. They would lay my soul bare. Should they ever come to air. I sometimes get to wondering.
Tell me that I'm something. I'll convince you that I'm not. An orange on the outside. With the inside left to rot. An ever present cover. To disguise the world from truth. Walls on every side.
Stand before the mirror, Fingertips to glass, Watch distorted images, Intention: to harass. Sometimes telling truly, Sometimes lies of spite, Throwing my reflection, Into a new light.
Gaze into the mirror, Lock gaze with your own eyes, See them widen/shallow breathing, Signs of your surprise.
Me and I We are the same Yet so different The same mind Yet we think apart How can this be.
I rush about from place to place To find somewhere to hide Screaming my soul's displeasure To those whom I pass by.
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