My Reflection

Typed this on IRC in 2003. A friend of mine, who went by the nickname of Shishio-sama, was being an asshole. I forgot exactly about what or the situation in it’s entirety. This is about him.

My Reflection

A feeling that comes from deep within
painful to smile
from a heart that isn’t there
pointless to think
with a mind that isn’t there.

And I find myself crying to my words
and watching you laugh
I can’t help but cry
and you can’t but cry when I laugh…
let me cry for you until you can no longer smile.
Smile of a broken child.
Laughter of a cracked mind.
Mend the glass and you can no longer see yourself.


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