At this instant
I think I may wish to shed my skin
And tear myself from the inside out
What disgusting creature that really sits
Inside all the time laying dormant for all that is
On the outside is a mirror, i feel nothing, taste nothing
Revel in my own misery and desolations, i laugh dryly at.
Mirrors are not original, their purpose is to reflect, so what makes me?
But of just being a collage, hodge podge of names places personalities and
ideas I AM JUST A NOBODY talk to me, you will see solely your own self talk back