My heart whispers a silent plea,
Into the sky, I look for hints
I look above, remorseful
I wished upon the brightest star
Teemed with sweet love

The sweetest thing,
Eat too much,the bitterness dawns
Even so, I still wished
Upon a star.

The sun rose above the horizon,
Looking down at the ground, I remind myself
The nearness of the pleasant aroma,
Bringing me desperation

Another day goes by,
I feel my limbs falling off, one by one
I see it everywhere, it engulfed me
I long for the sweetness

I found myself, by my side,
Its presence, torn apart,
Piece by piece, I pick them up
Placing them at the back of my head


I isolate my mind,
Nothing makes sense anymore
The brightest stars, of course
Will soon disappear into the sky.

Ah, only if I could fly...
Fly, fly away
Soar into the sky,
With feathered wings
So white and pure.

If I could,
Would you come
With me too?
To soar...
To soar into the gentle
Blue, blue skies.

Oh, my sweet
Sweet child...
Everything will be okay.

All is naught
But a moment,
And tears
Won't flow forever.
For I will give you wings,
And a dream you won't regret.

A *** of glutinous soup
A bowl of burnt rice
A glass of cold water,
And a cup of insanity.
"Enjoy!"


The soup isn't creamy--
It's too watery,
And it's paired
With chewy chunks
And bitter bits
Of so called ingredients.

The rice isn't actually burnt,
It's simply too hard.
Paired with harsh, little rocks,
And salty bits of...
something.

A cup of insanity--
"What is this? It looks like goop."
"A piece of raw dirt."
"Made of human."
"And the water..."
"It's not even water."
It's just something that hurts
Inside your throat.

...I spot a pair of eyes
Staring straight at me.
Why are you looking at me?
Stop it.
Hey, what are you looking at?
What are you looking at?
Stop it.
Stop it...

I can stare down
This silver reflection
Topped with human organs
...Forever.
I won't stop until I want to.

Racing thoughts are having their race
Not a single one loses.

...I end up putting it in my mouth.
I gag.

Across--
Is a simple, straight line.
With no flaws, and no imperfections.
It's perfect, in every way. 



No...!
   Why is mine so slant?
  Slurred, curved, and an utter eyesore.
        This isn't even a line,
              It's a ***** of a mountain.



Her lines are like rectangles--
Stacked on top of each other.
No empty spaces to fill,
And no spaces to stand out.



My lines are like rice grains,
Di s co nne c ted, and st u tt er ing
Em ty s aces to fi l,
And spaces





Standing out.

It was easy to pretend
for her perception has withered
into a person
in another's mirror.



I stared long enough
enough to make it smile

Scraping, scraping
I scrape my reflection
no, this wasn't her... she couldn't
she wouldn't.

I wouldn't do the things she has done.

The cracks blur,
it's telling me something
it's so loud, louder than my own pulse.

It tells me who I am
but I've lost my hearing already.

I trace the glass
it outlines someone familiar
wearing my face so perfectly
it almost fits

She named me
i was a different shape,
praising the reflection in the mirror
leaving me hollow.

Quiet I stayed,
silent.
still, like the 'angel' i am
as if stillness could make me forget.

I wonder when I stopped looking for myself;
it was empty, I never knew.

While she, on the other hand
never looked back at me.