The Ballads of the angry teenager

the mirror

the day i could no longer hold it, 

i threw my book at the  wall

i clawed at the pillow and i stamped my foot on the floor and paced around

i came to a halt once  i was in front of my mirror

it may have just been the fact that i had a dim light

or the tears in my eyes but...

i wasn't me

i couldn't see my face

it was blurry

just shadows where my eyes and  nose should be

the tears came out even more violently and  i cried like a mad woman 

the minute were my parents came to comfort me

i didn't have the guts to tell them what really was going on

but once they hugged me  i felt ok 

the mirror reflects things and mine reflected my fear that might happen to me

the fear that one day i look at my self and im not me...im some one else...