Reflections are a deadly thing
Peeling the skin off my face
this repulsive pulse
Hoping there is no longer I
inquiring me be me
mirror
eyes of tears
pools of fears for only my own reflection
I've been me for 16 years
16 years of fears of a reflection
An unwanted flower in a green house of orchids, laughing daffodils and bright smiling sunflowers
who would want a ****
Even cacti are alluring
but a ****
there is no need
Pluck and pull out the sight of I
no longer a ****
maybe there is a seed
maybe (just maybe)
i can blossom and bloom
into the floret you will not forget
When i see my shadow
i will not ring the blues
and my color will be a ravishing hue
is this true?
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Reflections are a deadly thing
Peeling the skin off my face
this repulsive pulse
Hoping there is no longer I
inquiring me be me
mirror
eyes of tears
pools of fears for only my own reflection
I've been me for 16 years
16 years of fears of a reflection
An unwanted flower in a green house of orchids, laughing daffodils and bright smiling sunflowers
who would want a ****
Even cacti are alluring
but a ****
there is no need
Pluck and pull out the sight of I
no longer a ****
maybe there is a seed
maybe (just maybe)
i can blossom and bloom
into the floret you will not forget
When i see my shadow
i will not ring the blues
and my color will be a ravishing hue
is this true?
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