Mirror of me

I know nothing of myself but, I have a destiny rather you that have a future I don’t

Well I don’t know.

All I do is write

I’m forced

I write not only because I want to.

When she tells me to stop that’s when ill stop

But, not until she tell me to

It’s not fair by my eyes by my sight

To her life is meaningless.

Though she forces me to write.

“We are born” she says” live sucky lives then we die.”

By her standards. So complicated to be what you to be or not who you are.

Writing for no particular reasons sometimes

Just to explain to society that life is horrible,

why is it here?

She wants life to be realized not bleak in the shadows.

Telling everything that people have done, like the ones that don’t even give people a chance because they judge.

And others that some say are going to hell.

Why try to do good when it’s never good enough.

This is what she fills me with.

“The mortal world” she says “the mortal world absent from the other things around it (fact or opinion).”

FACT I agree with her.

We are blinded from nature and to others.

We do not pay attention to the little things as life runs circles around us.

We just efface it; take in only the pain and sorrow.

Not realizing what we really have.

All the yelling and screaming “it’s not right”

For What!

We don’t try to make it we like to sit down and fail.

That’s what she makes me see.

Some things I dislike. (everything)

The crazy, stupid stuff, so true!

(It’s not the end)

But, at the end of the day and I look in the mirror

                SHE IS ME!

Author's Note

We got to open our eyes. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! TEAR IT APART!!!1