LIKE ALWAYS HUGE WORK IN PROGRESS, alot of rewriting and editing to be done
MIrror me
Mirror me first thing i see
upon morning wake i stare at thee
flaws and imperfections appear rapidly
a torrid reflection of a 25 years past
the burning from rage neatly hidden under
a dimpled smile guarded by lock and key
mirror me you cant fool me
others see wit, charm, humor and beauty
I see a scared little boy desprately hiding
who fears to abide my adultly responsibilities
life is still a game, i tell them all, close there eyes and count to three
i found the perfect spot, it's a dark damp place called complacency ,
the happy people never go in there, and even if they do ill convince them
with all my clever guile , they have the wrong man,
after all im just a small child, another lost soul,
demand i recieve a pardon,
and fall back to my latent self-destructive tendincies,
they thought for sure this time they caught me,
I was always the one in control
MIrror me at night i look once more
what in the mornig were imperfection,s are now gross misconceptions
perhaps simply, plight of my own delerrium
despite many prayers left unanswered to discover my tabula rosa
this is my reality , there will be no redux,my past mistakes already written
SO with that each morning i recive the precious breath of life,
Im once faced again with mirror me, put on my biggest smile
go out and fake my day, just so i can fade once more into the night,
so i may die inside once more
OHdear god i crave that eery feeling,
mirror me i find u so appealing
dedicated to HOLLY, thanks for gettin me back to what i do best