Who am I?
Certainly I am not who is reflected in the mirror!
With scarred arms and lacerated thighs!
I am not the hated reflection that practices her smile before facing the world!
No!
I can't be!
She who hears the blade singing her name
And every wrong thing she's ever done is another tally mark on her skin
What is my name?
Is it pain, is it shame, is it filth?
Another ***** smudge on this stained planet
I think I remember it now
But it's just a memory long faded away
No point in wasting breath to say it
I am nameless, another blurred face you pass by
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Who am I?
Certainly I am not who is reflected in the mirror!
With scarred arms and lacerated thighs!
I am not the hated reflection that practices her smile before facing the world!
No!
I can't be!
She who hears the blade singing her name
And every wrong thing she's ever done is another tally mark on her skin
What is my name?
Is it pain, is it shame, is it filth?
Another ***** smudge on this stained planet
I think I remember it now
But it's just a memory long faded away
No point in wasting breath to say it
I am nameless, another blurred face you pass by
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