I look in a mirror.
I see my reflection.
Staring back at me.

I look in a window.
I see my reflection.
Running from me.

I look in the water.
I see my reflection.
It's rippling.

But all this time.
When I see my reflection.
My reflection is the wall behind me.
Invisible 22h
Look through her eyes.
What do you see?
Do you see her burn,
In her memories?

Look through her eyes.
Watch her sleep.
She knows where we are.
And she knows about me.

Look through her eyes.
And fake a smile so sweet.
But remember what she did.
When they both swapped bodies.

Look through her eyes.
Do you see the fear?
Do you see him coming?
He's ever so near.

Look through her eyes.
Look through her dreams.
Find the second door,
Before he kills me.
Based on the book 'Behind Her Eyes' by Sarah Pinborough. I absolutely loved this book, and recommend it to anyone who loves a good plot twist.
Some questions can never be answered.
Only because no one knows the answer.
Others cannot be answered because an answer does not exist.
Whereas, some questions do not need an answer at all.
It's a funny thing, a question.
So many different answers, yet even more reasons as to why there is no answer.
Just a thought I had while asking a question
I wouldn't know what to do
If someone found out my struggles
My friends wouldn't treat my like a friend
But like a depressed suicidal girl
Yet at the same time
I wish and pray at night
That someone will finally realize
What's really going on
Sometimes I want to cry
And hug one of my friends
But then I'll blow my cover
And never forgive myself
Every thinks I'm the happiest person on the planet, I'm kinda sad that I hide it so well
You want peace?
Hate to break it to you, but,
You'll have to **** every human
On this Earth,
For that to happen.
And maybe you should.
Maybe we deserve to die.
We do more harm than good
***** human beings.

I'm a chameleon.
But I change
so much,
and it's been
so long,
that I forgot
what color I
started with.
I'm a chameleon.
Now the
colors flow,
and eventually,
they start to
I used to be
a rainbow.
I'm a chameleon.
The colors
fade away.
Leaving me
Now underneath
it all,
you can only
Plain, old me.
I'm a chameleon.
It's who I am.
Even though
the colors

I never will.

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