Looking in the mirror, looking at me
What is this thing I've come to be?
This cynical mess of despondency
Living in my own version of reality
Hiding here, no one can see
The truth that lies within me
Spun in a web of emotional indecency
And the critical presence of hypocrisy
Soaring at terminal velocity
To a place I never wanted to see
Plunging to the depths of uncertainty
As I gaze upon the life that lies before me

06/13/2009

Posted on 06/13/2009
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