| Posted at 07:01 AM on August 21, 2009 |
You can't stand me,clearly. And I'm quite sure I can't stand you, either.
Have you any clue how much I would love to be not you?
I've been looking in the mirror for so long.
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.
All the little pieces falling, shatter.
Shards of me,
Too sharp to put back together.
Too small to matter,
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.
Bring me a roll of tape and some plasters, so I can try to catch myself and put myself together, trying to soften the sharp edges...
... of me...

Have you looked in the mirror lately?

Categories: Persoonlijk, Filosofie