We all see something in our reflections on the Mirror yet no one else can but us.
I’ve got a story that I just gotta write, and
This is what I’m feeling right now, but
Just won’t say it aloud or show of it, to
No one but the ones who read this;
I’m panicking as I can feel the only light
I’ve got inside of me and in this World, is slipping from my
clingy and sweaty palms
I just wished I could look at myself in the mirror,
you see, I am not always,
Full of happiness
and I can’t always be there for you
'Cause you see,
I’m just to afraid to look, to see the
Clingy fool that I see
The person I hide from everyone,
the real me I don’t approve of.
I feel the dull ache behind my eyes, and
I grow tired of this World that is both a blessing and a curse,
And I can feel myself slowly driving myself closer to this black void
that’s always been inside of me
Choking myself to breath,
I grit my teeth as I try to subside this sick,
disturbing feeling in the back of my throat, and
in the deepest pit of my stomach
That doesn’t even compare to the chilling feeling I get
at the mere thought of losing everyone I care about and being alone,
As I am not strong enough to be alone,
for I am a weak fool.
Can you truly still care for me,
even after reading this?