my friend (in my head)

tells me im a good person 

but when i look in the mirror

i dont see a person at all


but who cares

theyre not even real


im sitting in the dark

all the lights turned out

someone turns the lights on (was it me?)

oh well i dont care all i know is

i threw up


im better im better

i tell myself 

or was that me (who cares)


i think about who i used to be

they were bad but

am i really any better





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A Breeze of Memory

A graveyard of dead trees

Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas

Squirrels scurry before winter strikes

As children play while others pass on bikes


harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing

As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing

Children shrieking and screaming as they play

Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away


Memories start of when I was a kid

Only broken away by time an what it did

Sitting still only in question

Of who I am and to what is my impression


I laughed . . . I played here

I was happy unknown of fear

But then reality again breaks memory's connection

Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection


Author's Notes/Comments: 

annnd, here you have yet another class assignment that I did way back.