I feel like I'm inside the dead
Clouded over eyes
Of my beholder...
And I'm fading fast
I'm tired of finding myself
And then learning that I have
Parts of me that I have to keep
Hushed....
Silent
Screaming in the silence
Of the dial tone
Fighting to become someone
Just a little less filthy
Than I know myself to be
Vocal chords becoming so
Shredded from screaming
But nobody hears
Nobody ever hears
Nobody ever sees
Past the dead and milky eyes
Of my beholder
In the mirror
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