Now years have past
Still day after day I rehash
Hold tight my soul, unable to move
Come with explanation, on screams unsoothed
The curse of guilt, for even things I did not do
Are chains around my identity, mirrors lie to
the critical peace to my sanity, I am my own stranger head to toe
This reflection, this me my hearts horror show
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Now years have past
Still day after day I rehash
Hold tight my soul, unable to move
Come with explanation, on screams unsoothed
The curse of guilt, for even things I did not do
Are chains around my identity, mirrors lie to
the critical peace to my sanity, I am my own stranger head to toe
This reflection, this me my hearts horror show