"Why do you look at me like that?"
"Because I want to know what you are going through"
"Well...don't!"
"When you look inside a mirror, what do you see?"
"What do I see?
I see a man suffering through pain
The pain and anger of this world
A man who tries to live up to everyone's EXPECTATIONS
But never finds a way to put it through
A man with dark skin and black hair
Who has been through hell and back,
But still here
What do I see...?
I see a man looking into the world
Gathering it with open hands
Only to touch nothing
A man looking,
searching for love
when love keeps running away
And never leaving him without a broken heart
What do I see?
But a man
Apathy is his game
No feelings therefore
No lies, no love, no hurt, no joy and definately no pain."
"Is that all you see?"
"No...worst of all...
what do I see?
is ME."
A Dead Poet
Sunday, December 26, 2004
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