Its just me and my shadows
looking at our own reflection...
En-wrapped in my black clothing
I feel invisible to the world...
In these times of change and charge
It would be better to be cold than bold...
In life we worry what people think
In death we worry about our deeds...
If you think your life is hell
that you have nothing left...
You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...
Why whenever there is good there is bad.But sadly...
Bright cheery colors bunched in a clump
People with smiles, happy and gay...
Faceless strangers rush by me.
Oblivious to the world that surrounds them...
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the biggest poser of them all...
Places painted with pain,
Where all is dark and all the same...
We grow up,
thirteen years in school...