22 May 2012
As I look into the mirror: My reflection screams at me, Her fingers press against the glass, She longs to be set free.
She runs her hands against the glass, A futile gesture, she's trapped, And from her fights to be released, Her palms and feet are chapped.
And as I dream, she tries to change, And make me let her out, But even then I resist the swing, For I still hear her desperate shout.
Tears are at her eyes and cheeks, Her pleas starting anew, I can't set my other side free now, For I'm afraid of what she'll do.
The True Me. • Opuss № I