My Face Is Just An Unseen Reflection In Your Mirror

My throat feels like pins and needles.

The worst kind of joke; it needles.

Cracked lips and no air to breathe.

A suffocating mask underneath.

Pay when it's all over

from the depths of your cold, shallow grave.

We don't understand you, but we'll act like we do.

As if the last ten years had never happened.

No! That's a denial, not the truth.

If those things hadn't occurred, I wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't need to relieve the tension I constantly feel.

Encountering cruel people along the way.

When I get uptight,

when I'm hurting deep down.

They're ready to pounce

to seize my most delicate parts,

and strike at the very end.

I don't think I'll pass this along

but I'll move on

in my direction,

insecure and drowning,

in wrong suspicions, for wrong reasons.

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