Sometimes icant take this place !


Sometimes I cant take this place
I feel as if my life I can not take
I look up at the mirror
A sweet and inocent face
Something takes a part of me
That you nor theye , shall ever see
And in it...
in it...
in it I place my fist .
Shattering,
Explodeing,
Into a million shards of
a sweet and inocent face
come and step in side,
Out off of this mirror in your mined
for you shall never see
That I can live my life
You want me to be
A thing that is not me
You want to make me some one
when you treet me like no-one
So see my eye's
Burining with hate
as I pick up a shard
and hold it in my grasp
fermly,
tightly,
squeezing,
squeezing untill a line of crimson blood
blooms like a rose in the palom of my hand
And I look at it,
this shard
My figers coressing the serfic
and I realise
...
This face
...
is mine ...

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Aeguary, in the year 243 AF.