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I look in the mirror

a familiar stranger looks back

where'd I go?

I hate how change

just sneaks up on you

or how it's been so long

since you've had

a decent look

at yourself

not your face

or body

but YOU.

what really bugs me

is how your mask

is changed

between looks

you smile and nod

say "yes sir"

to every question

ears open

to his every command

eager to please

to make this tyrant happy

too obediant

its sickening

to have no free will

to have no further pourpose

than to serve a man

to be called the weaker sex

you're better than that

we all are

action!

the scene starts

the actors recite

their lines

false emotions

contorts their faces

into complete strangers

as the drama ensues

like the situation is really happening

to real people

the camera rolls

capturing it all

on film

the scene ends

cut and print

...

now on to scene 2

and action!

I am the face that you see when you look in the mirror

the one that haunts your dreams

In the looming shadow of what you've done

the guilt that reconvenes

My being destroyed by you

and left behind

so here I stand

awaiting the truth

in the back of you sick mind

I can't believe I loved you

when all you did was hurt me

turning the song that we had

into the grotesque melody

you cleared your path of me

so because of what you've done to me

I shall torture your memory

for it will take your demise

for my soul to be free

Standing there

in front of the mirror

my arms wrapping around my waist

hollow

empty

a rough wound tearing open

in my chest

where the heart should be

alone

I see myself

I look pathetic

weak

ugly

an emotional need

a stupid idea

that won't leave

a child

that doesn't exist

plays in my mind

looks up at me

the need tightens

around my throat

till I begin to choak

on my own tears

falling apart

until I'm a broken heap

standing there

in front of the mirror

I swing the can

as the foul liquid

flies out onto the floor

inside this house full of pain

of filth

of horror

I go room to room

swinging to can

like I don't have a care in the world

I cross the living room

-if that's what you'll call it-

I swirl like an ecstatic dancer

fluid spilling out

across the floor

I reach the front door

and light the match

the flames shoot across

the trail I marked

I walk out the door

leaving behind

the engolfing hell

I'm erasing

slow tempo of music

soft rotation of hips

hibitions gone

eyes closed

letting the music move you

musles relaxed

light on your feet

loose, lyrical movements

limbs thrown and swung

I feel alive

free

beautiful

it feels good

to relax

and let my body take over

the strength of my movements

pick up with the music

I feel powerful

as the sound rushes through me

like adrenaline

building up to the finale

the climax of the song arrived

as every emotion I've ever felt

bursts out of me at that precise moment

the song softens

my body contorts

into the finishing shape

then relaxes

the song ends

I open my eyes