As you turned your head away
I Slipped and fell flat on my face
The back of my head stained with with red
but not a drop of pain
The front was unrecognisable
dented with black ice
this daily occurrence
won't get me very far
But I am stubborn
And apparently content in my rotting misery
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I think I have started to unlearn those secret lessons
those valuable things you have taught me
Although sometimes
they spring back into my memory
Usually at the worst of times
But being so stubborn
I brush them away like a smog cloud on a chimney top
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When I look at myself in the mirror
I see someone else
Some haunted red eye beast
Something I cannot bare to know
Let alone believe as myself
If only I could reach into that mirror
And slip away into a word of reverse