I was on the bus and the beginning part just clicked in my head,
The rest I came up within a few minutes.
It's another poem about abused children. Who were so abused they believe its better to live in the darkness than outside it.
Its also connected to my other posted poem "They Call Me It"
Feel free to read that one also and give feed back on both
This is the second poem I've written about the haunting man in the mirror. I'll post the first soon this one is just newer and fresher on the mind.
