People are Strange, when you're a stranger
Last three posts have been me writing, because you write when your muse tells you too. Don't flirt with fate. About two more days. Then it will be me leaving, and I wont have to feel helpless and sad while others leave around me. I can take my leaving, its harder when the reverse occurs. Maybe I will try to make a more concerted effort to keep my journal updated this year. Maybe, I will let my updating fall into neglect like I did last year. Either way, in about two more days I will quit dealing with hypotheticals and start dealing with realities.
I look in the mirror and all that I see
Is a twisted young man leering back at me.
With eyes that pierce and bore into my soul
then burn out my essence and turn it to coal.
This twisted young gent, chuckles and grins
as he belittles my life, and glorifies my sins.
It's a man with no feeling; a heart made of stone.
He blocks my life's path. I must face him alone.
I look in the mirror and all that I see
Is a twisted young man leering back at me.
With eyes that pierce and bore into my soul
then burn out my essence and turn it to coal.
This twisted young gent, chuckles and grins
as he belittles my life, and glorifies my sins.
It's a man with no feeling; a heart made of stone.
He blocks my life's path. I must face him alone.