1/9/04

"In the Room"

Silent in the corner of the room I have become stranded

Seemingly so still and shy but inside running rampant

Wish that I could fly away and never return to this place

How I hate the mirror staring at this horror-stricken face

Tear me from the pretty faces of this broken society

Grasp me by the neck and choke me; don't let me breathe

The refuge of the room and dreams can only work so long

The nightmares hurt and I am scared because I am not strong