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Through the Looking Glass

Contributed by so_fetch on Thursday, 26th May 2005 @ 06:20:08 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I'm sitting home alone
Staring at my reflection
So pretty but so hideous
There must be a connection
God this place is a mess
I should really tidy
I wish it was as easy
To clean up my head

Music playing loudly
So why can't I hear anything?
I'm out of cigarettes and vodka
{My poison}
Did the doorbell just ring?
I'm not expecting company
Maybe they're coming
To finally take me away

Tell me
Can you read between the lines?
Can you see the meaning?
The scars, the burns the bleeding
{A metaphor}
For inside screaming
I wish I'd stocked up now
I would go out but it's raining
The last thing I need is a cold
It will keep me up all night

Back to the mirror
To see the person looking back at me
Immediatly I look away
I hate her and can't stand to see
Now it's smashed
Did I do that in an anger fit?
I don't see any blood
Perhaps it was my hate
The mirror couldn't take it

What's that out the window?
I need to stop getting to stressed
I need to stop getting so distracted
How did I get into this mess?
This isn't what I wanted
This isn't how it's meant to be
At least it's stopped raining
More drink to drown my misery

I better put on my face
That's right
The mirror's smashed
Now everyone will know
My mind, my soul, my heart is crashed
Maybe there's a compact in my purse
Finally I'm beautiful
Noone will
{Suspect}
The smile I wear across my face
That tears me up inside
Is faked

Copyright © so_fetch ... [ 2005-05-26 18:20:08]
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Re: Through the Looking Glass (User Rating: 1 )
by lost13 on Friday, 27th May 2005 @ 01:40:37 PM AEST
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this was really deep. im sorry u feel that way. i don't know how long i could take it if i were you. this was a good write though.

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