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?
Can you hear what I'm thinking?
Or is that me too, my paranoia's showing,
And there's nothing I can do.
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
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.
Gaze into the mirror, Lock gaze with your own eyes, See them widen/shallow breathing, Signs of your surprise.
From my brain to my heart… this is all that has to be said.
I only see myself, And in so many places, Some may call me vain, For my many faces, In the big mirrors, My eyes stare back, My smile is so smug, I want only to smack, I'm to stay away from, For my...
Lungs overflowing with anxiety. Nervousness, polluting my blood. My minds trying to run. Eyes can't appreciate the sun. Or anything in between. Melodies of heartbreak, mistakes & fakes.
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.
I got the brains, but I lack in other places. The look of post-threat slowly filling up their faces. One track mind won't forget all my troubles, leave them floating around in their little bubbles.
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.
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