Don’t Start,

Do-

Don’t Fight.

The clear.

Plain.

Mirror.

 

That keeps me…

 

Alive?

 

It.

 

BRE-

            aks…

SHA-

            tters…

 

in

     the

            night.

 

I-

I…

I refused.

Who I am.

And,

What…?

I’m meant to be?

 

The person…

Be…. Hind.

The Mirror.

Is not who…

I’m supposed to be.

 

The eddies of life.

Mix up.

My

            (insides)

 

My outsides.

They haunt me.

 

As the person.

In the mirror.

Isn’t me.

 

Some?

They make it foggy.

And draw all over me.

Masquerading.

Fading.

 

 

The Truth?

 

 

I think.

 

The Love.

P

   O

      U

         R

              ing out of me.

All blocked by.

Hate

                        and

                        Jealousy.

 

I wanted out of the |box|

And Let into the light.

But strict figures,

Make it (night)

 

I love them.

Why care?

Who I am.

You’re not God.

And we all still sin.

 

I was never perfection.

I was never free.

I was never who,

YOU.

WANTED.

ME.

TO.

BE.