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High School in my darkness, unafraid, i find mirrors made of cellophane.
a transparent me, with a reflection only touch can know.
my jagged glass fingers make an accidental suicide.
choirs still sing in maddness, played backwards to reveal their
"satanic messages".
the pretty grrls are there, mocking me,
"why can't you be beautiful?"
why can't I be beautiful?
hollow grrls, i blow away like ashes, but such a pleasing residue they leave behind.
cold streets and locked doors; people just as confused as me.
i see through my cellophane all these things,
with a vacant stare of wonder,
"how did it get this far?"
