Reflections

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I scream at my reflection
Just for my protection
I look forward to see what I am
But all I can hear is BAM
My parents screaming at each other
Why should I bother
I sneak to my room
Then I hear a boom
It wasn't anyone near my door
But I was lying on the floor
Made to hear thunder
But my mind takes me under
My last tear hits the floor
Then there is no more
For I was the one gone forever in time
Just a picture left to rhyme.

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