In counter with a mirror

Does the trail of tears on my face give you comfort? Does the fear on my face ease the pain in your heart? Does my pain give you justice to those feelings of hurt? Does all of this make sense to you? Or is a sack of shit in your eyes,In your fairfairy-talee? Does everything you've been told that's odd, unusual, not normal describe me in your eyes? Does it? Am I nothing more than a poor excuse for a modern human? Am I just something that can't be fixed by doctors, medicine and shit like that? Or is it because I don't want to be? Does that scare you? Does it scare you that someone could be content with feeling this way? Does it scare you that I don't want to be like them? To be like you? Does it scare you to think that I enjoy being me? Does everything that makes me, me, scare you? Do you want to rebel? Do you want to run? Scream? Cry? Or does it make you realize that this is life? Does it make you finally realize that life isn't what you thought it was? Does it make your eyes open to a new reality? Does it make you feel good to talk to someone different? Someone who isn't like you? Does it make you feel like a better person? Does it? Well it shouldn't! Step back into your sheltered life! Step back into the world you love so much, and stay out of mine! Stay away; you only make me hate you more and more! You make me hate the person I use to be!2001, Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 09:20 AM PST   0 • 1