The walls imprison me
white, bare
the door is there
but can not be opened,
I fear whats outside too much.
It chills my spine
to my very soul.
I look to my mirror.
My reflection stares at me,
smiling, sneering
daring me to reach for the doorknob
to open it.
Saying that I don't exist
I am the reflection,
she the person.
I can not fear
what I can't feel.
My mirror image becomes distorted,
hollow-eyed,
cold, mean.
My greatest fear,her greatest fear,
who's was it.I can't remember.
The person buried deep beneath,
in the basement of our soul,
the evil within us all.
I am afraid...
but I can not fear.
I must exist,
for I love, a reflection can't love,
can't feel.
I am me.
The door opens,
I smile,
the walls, my prison
have set me free.
"she's the person" u forgot the s oh wow "The person buried deep beneath, in the basement of our soul," that was great! i love the whole basemant of our soul thing and u said u couldn't write ash
Much Love
Ashley
that was awsome =)