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The Reflection of Tears
1.
MIRROR MIRROR
I'm sad a lot of the time,
Always these days.
Because I hate myself
And all the air inside me;
Because I am nothing special.
Because I look in the mirror,
At my face, at my clothes,
At my body, pondering
Why I am not special
To anyone.
2.
THINGS, LIKE NIECES
I think about a lot of things.
Are Angel and Evalea
Being well taken care of
While at their dad's?
Does he treat them right?
Angel with her precious eyes,
Evalea with her precious smile,
And the beautiful sound that is made
When their laughter comes together.
3.
FIT OF TEMPER
And I think about Kiley.
How scared I am when I deal
With her tantrums, looking
Into her eyes, so angry for a 6 year old.
Our talks, her confession, her tears,
Our voices and the inside of me
Slowly dying, slowly falling away from us.
4.
MEALS
Do you know what tears
That fall from sorrow taste like?
I taste them all the time,
Feed off of them for
Breakfast, lunch and dinner,
And all the snacks in between.
Accompanied by painful indigestion.
They are the only meal
I ever taste anymore and,
I wonder if they'd taste the
Same if I cried them for any other reason.
5.
I BRUSH MY TEETH WITH THE MIRROR TURNED AWAY
I see nothing in the mirror,
When I allow myself to gaze
In that direction.
I see nothing.
Nothing.
Where have I gone and why
Have I allowed myself to go too far?
There's not even an answer here,
Only a trail of loneliness.
And no one can follow that.
November is the ugliest
Time of the year.
6.
END
You can't go out with a bang
If you're using a razor...
Find me a gun, a razor will not do.
(End)!
November 27, 2005
Suge
MIRROR MIRROR
I'm sad a lot of the time,
Always these days.
Because I hate myself
And all the air inside me;
Because I am nothing special.
Because I look in the mirror,
At my face, at my clothes,
At my body, pondering
Why I am not special
To anyone.
2.
THINGS, LIKE NIECES
I think about a lot of things.
Are Angel and Evalea
Being well taken care of
While at their dad's?
Does he treat them right?
Angel with her precious eyes,
Evalea with her precious smile,
And the beautiful sound that is made
When their laughter comes together.
3.
FIT OF TEMPER
And I think about Kiley.
How scared I am when I deal
With her tantrums, looking
Into her eyes, so angry for a 6 year old.
Our talks, her confession, her tears,
Our voices and the inside of me
Slowly dying, slowly falling away from us.
4.
MEALS
Do you know what tears
That fall from sorrow taste like?
I taste them all the time,
Feed off of them for
Breakfast, lunch and dinner,
And all the snacks in between.
Accompanied by painful indigestion.
They are the only meal
I ever taste anymore and,
I wonder if they'd taste the
Same if I cried them for any other reason.
5.
I BRUSH MY TEETH WITH THE MIRROR TURNED AWAY
I see nothing in the mirror,
When I allow myself to gaze
In that direction.
I see nothing.
Nothing.
Where have I gone and why
Have I allowed myself to go too far?
There's not even an answer here,
Only a trail of loneliness.
And no one can follow that.
November is the ugliest
Time of the year.
6.
END
You can't go out with a bang
If you're using a razor...
Find me a gun, a razor will not do.
(End)!
November 27, 2005
Suge
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