4.22.1991


I look in the mirror through a tired heart

and am scared by what I see.

I see a girl, frightened, alone,

looking back at me.





The face is familiar, the hair, the eyes,

but she is not the same.

Something's different, something's wrong,

it seems life is no longer tame.





Monkey see, monkey do, a good monkey follows the rules.

I see a monkey in the mirror

staring through the cage

of a life, a love so cruel.





I want out, but scared to leave,

scared to see the light.

Inside, a slow death awaits

but do I have the strength to fight?



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