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Part 1

I look into a mirror
And I can almost visualize it
The darkness inside me
Breaking the surface of my skin
Covering everything around me
Drowning my room in emptiness
Then I turn around
Walk to the window and look outside
I see everything I can never be
I see the light, I see happiness
Belonging and beauty
When I look upon all that is in this world
I know I am not a part of it
I'm an outsider looking in
Desiring all of it
But when I step toward it
It all just moves twice as far
So I stop trying to go to it
As to not further myself from it even more

Part 2: Do They Even Know?

After years and years
Of sitting in sorrow,
Watching the Beautiful World 
Outside my window,
Feeling pain of separation
The great divide between me and them
It felt as though my heart were made of wood
And termites were slowly eating away,
Devouring it
But they would never finish 
Because somehow,
There was always more to consume.
I just wanted to die,
To escape torment
But for some cruel reason, 
I was never given that option.

Now I just lie on the floor
The carapace of a person
Existing, but not really alive
All days blur together
I'm not even sure, exactly
How long I've been here
Scrunched up in a ball
With all my hope lost.
I just feel nothing,
I've become anesthetized.
And now all I do is wonder, 
Does the world outside,
Even know I am here?

Part 3: Mellifluous Words

I don't know who or what,
But something rouses me from my dark slumber.
Why disturb my only reprieve from this hell I live?
Sitting up, I realize I am still at my window,
With that Beautiful World still out there,
Mocking me with its glorious light.
Maybe I haven't lost all feeling after all,
If I can still manage such acrimony.
What help is that though, if all I feel is negative?
What woke me though, and why?
That's all I really care about.
About to lie down once more, when I feel I should turn around.
There is a figure sitting in the shadows
"So you can finally see me?"
That's all he says, this atrocious creature that woke me
Walking towards him, I plan his death
But then, he says something delightfully mellifluous,
"There is a reason you can't catch the light,
You are the one casting it,
You are the sun to all those people. 
I am here to keep you from them, 
To stop your pure light from blinding them,
I am the object that casts the shadow,
The darkness that separates you from them.
Our union, the balance of light and dark,
It is what keeps them alive.
And now that you can see me once more, 
I can tell you I have been here all this time,
And I will always be here, my dear, I love you"