Sick Mirror
When I look at you my stomach gets sick
I don't know this person in my bed
In my bathroom
In my kitchen
Walking around like you belong
You pretend to love me but you don't
You don't even like me
You can't stand to be around me
Only when the sun is out
You need a lot of things
But you don't want to be needed
To need is too big of a risk
You don't like to take risks
Do you know who you are?
Why not?
Were you lost in the mess?
How does that feel?
Who cares?
This you is me
I see
Hide the sick feeling
Cover up the mirror
Copyright © Sarah Sublett | Year Posted 2011
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