Sitting Alone

Sitting alone here, all by myself, looking at a reflection that I do not recall. I see a face looking back at me, a twin, but not my twin, no I see a pale face, I see jealously, pain, sorrow, and a frown I see all the negative. I see fear, I see nothing. I am sitting alone, in my room white walls surround me. I hear the trains blow their horns off in the distance, and the cars and trucks roaring down the lonesome highways. I can even the crying and wailing of sirens blazing down the avenues, "Where is the fire, folks!?" The wind blows through my window, moving the blinds back and forth, and I sit there alone, smiling and singing a little. Sitting there alone, peaceful and tired wanting to rest my head, but scared too face the nightmares. Too hear the voices of the dead call out my name. And I sit there alone thinking of what once was, beauty and harmony nomore in my trial of certainty.