I have been here once before
Dragging my thoughts across the floor
Sheltered in splinters and stone
And scars remind me I am not alone
Residing in my dismal corner
Cuddled with my synthetic mother
Tight grip with callouses on fingers
And a hint of hate that lingers
Crippling coward crawling
Feeble mind bleeding from thinking
Face fades out of the mirror
Spoon my eyes to see clearer
I am here, but still not there
Claw my way to hide the fear
My synthetic mother pacify
The pain and the constant lie
This is not it
This is not it
This is not it
There is something more
But what it is
I am not sure
