Monday, February 2, 2009

Fun House

I can't contain it any longer
I'm spewing my insides--vomitting on reflex
Skip the litmus this time
I know it's acid; it's burning my throat

I trusted a mirror I designed myself
and now there's no way out of this fun house
My distorted image is a useless guide
Stuck in an infinite corridor behind the glass

I thought time would heal this sickness
I thought I had actually changed
Guess I was too focused on myself
to realize how selfish I still am

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