I don't know why my own reflection
Only seems to make me cry.
I don't know I hide away
So please don't ask me why.

But I can tell you that I'd rather be
Alone and in my bed.
To not swallow all my words that hide
In every sentence said

So, isolation is the freedom
To live in my own skin,
Safe harbor for my wondering mind
To taste all whimsied sins

And I can see a beauty
In words that others will not hear.
Where every sentence,
Bathed in truth,
And every action
Clear.

If I told you you're too chunky,
That you need to lose some weight,
Would you take my word as gospel?  
Mold yourself to fit my taste?

If I told you,  wear more makeup
Your skin is way too flat,
Would you hide your true reflection?
Behind a powder ridden mask?

If i said your "tastes" are tasteless,  
Would you offer up that too?
Would you hide your true desires,  
And all that makes " you"  you?

If I said to join the masses,  
To act and look the same,  
Would you try the hottest mind *****?
Would you treat life as a game?

If I told you,  be more willing,
Would you lay upon your back?
For if you wish to catch a tiger
You must offer up a snack

Would you follow the suggestions
Of a stranger you can't see?
Is that not what we're all doing,
To fit in with society

Normal
A word
That Controls you
Shackles you to society
The fee?  Your Self worth

It buries deep inside you
To your center,  pure and weak
It latches on and melds with walls
This unsuspecting leech

It touches every feeling
Even taints your view of life
What was once a bright and budding field
Is now filled with traps and strife

It tells you that your worthless
Trying only gets your hurt
It tells you don't begin the race
For you'll never come in first

After years go by in anguish
You look inside to see
The leech that started out so small
Is now the only presence seen

What started as nicks
Slowly turned into cuts
Grabbed my jacket to hide them
Hid my clothes stained with rust

At first it was scissors
I Upgraded to glass
But the cuts were too shallow
And the pain wouldn't last

I found my first razor
I was a little to bold
Cut deeper than ever
And my fingers ran cold

I first called it "coping"  
Used it when I felt bad
The deeper I made them
The less I felt sad

But now that I'm older
I've come to realize
It's more an addiction
I even cut when I'm fine

It's the legs that I stand on
I'm the worm in its clutch
So I'll continue to please it
And hide clothes stained with rust

My sweet, sweet girl,  how lovely
Once eager and full of life
What cracked the walls around you
And stole your inner light?

Please sweet girl! Please tell me!
What methods this monster used
How he consumed a soul so bright
So that I may do so too

Details! My girl,  more details!
Tell me more of this cunning beast
Tell me how it was he lured you in
Tell me how he laid his feast

Listen poor girl, just listen!
Wipe away your tears of woe
Tell the world of all my cunning
And perhaps I'll let you go...