Me, Myself and the Mirror

Introducing the Betrayal and the Anger

The person whom raised me...

Who are you?

My mother who gave birth to me

Where were you?

Would things have been different if I was part of the Family too?

Would I be the same if I didn't have this hatred towards All of you.

I hate it..

I miss it..

It hurts... Just go away..

Dear Person who raised me

Do you care about me?

Dear Friend

Why do you say that I want attention?

You know me... I hate people who jumps to conclusions.

I hate the stingy pain in my throat

I hate being misjudge, misunderstood, and misplaced of being myself

The mirror knew who I was from the start: stupid, naive, and confused. Didn't know what to do so a gift that was given was refused

Couldn't think but cry and whine

Wouldn't think that everything was fine.

Lies. Lies. Lies.

I'm no better since I do it, too.

They don't know me

Been called by names

Too much heartaches

Too much pain

For that no more trust

Just me and the mirror