One Hundred Eighty
Written 1.30.07

I don't know whose side you're on.
Actually, I do—
your own.
You don't care about anyone else.
The only thing you're concerned with is yourself.

And to think I thought you were on my side.
You don't care about me at all, do you?

The only thing in front of your eyes
is a mirror.

Mirrors break, you know.

One day, it'll all come rushing back—
but in the opposite direction.

I'll be waiting.