This reflective glass
Staring back at me
The blackest face
Bound, not free
Locked in this neverending fight
Never can the light
Bring brightness an joy
To this soul that is mine
There are no spectacles
Tinted in pink
What everyone sees is not me
I see whats real
I am shooting at the moon
Having unreal dreams
Never will I be happy
As I am dark and miserable
Not free
No hugs, no sadness please
Because this is what I am meant to be
Amaranth
8th March 2012
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