Reflection
A secrets past to confide again, memories that haunt burn within.
Examining a disease that cryes, focused to find what are allways lies.
Sure to fail, at what ever im delt, countless times reality I have felt.
Only such secrets eternaly forbidden, rite before my eyes but realy hidden.
In silence I sit, and wait to smile, but knowing this wait is not worth while.
So they say...who are they? I ask myself everyday.
I am them...or are they me? everything is something I can't see.
Why do you ask pretending you care, when all you do is just stair.
Those blood soaked eyes I see, in them the truth that reflects...me.
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