Reflections
By ShadowDancer
You hate me, I don't know why. What is it that I have done? The color of my eyes, my hair, my skin? The way I act, the way I talk, the way I walk? The way I laugh, the way I cry, the way I live? What is it that makes you wish that I would die? You look at me, the feeling comes from deep within, Ripping and tearing your heart apart, scraping at your brain like a razor, the hate you feel towards me, why do you hate what I have become? Looking in a mirror, you try to turn away. But you can not go, for something makes you stay. Looking in the mirror, the only thing you see, Is reflections of you, reflecting me. 03/13/1997I wrote this one quite a while ago, but it still means so much to me. Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 10:02 PM PST 0 • 9
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"You hate me, I don't know why...."