Hey look in the mirror.
It is I My Self.
I wave and say hello.
I wave back.
An exchange of words.
Suited for good friends.
Yet bitter like enemy's.
Our eyes do not make contact.
As if forbidden by some unknown force.
Perhaps a force of hate or guilt at who he My Self i am.
If i look upon my self.
I see no one.
If i look upon someone els.
I see them for who they are 100%.
I don't much care for myself.
Yet more for others.
At least I think thats the right thing to do.
I am kind.
Yet i can be cruel enough to kill.
I am gentle.
Yet i can cause pain.
Strong.
But can be broken with a simple word or action.
Capable of doing anything and everything.
Yet to lazy to do it.
Understanding and Trust worthy.
Yet i don't understand or feel i cannot be trusted.
Love.
Oh love.
My love so bitter sweet.
It does not last nor does it satisfie.
Yet it's a happiness most needed.
Keeps me from breaking completely under the weight i bare.
I look upon the mirror.
Unable to see my self anymore.
I punch the glass shattering it.
My hand is cut by the shards that fall
and i feel no pain.
For i am numb.
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