LIFE IS SO CONFUSING! I TRY TO BE MY OWN PERSON, but I am not a leader. I am not a follower either. I just sort of get pulled both ways, I guess."
-diary entry November 14, 1991
Somewhere among the clouds
Sunshine beams hide the darkness
That burden the poor wretched child
Into oblivion,
She sits alone trembling at the sight
Of her own feeble reflection
In the depths of the cold, hurtful
Hard visions of the mirror.
Which torments her everyday as it stares
As it illustrates, and laughs at all her imperfections
And cries out to her all the taunts,
That she allowed herself to believe,
For she chose not to hear the glories
Of her sheer existence,
And therefore, cast herself into the pits
Of complete empty illusions
That hindered the individuals of the unloved,
Though there was someone who truly
Believed,
In the power of her perseverance
To block out the torments
And finally break the heart-piercing needles
That belonged to the mirror.
Age 19
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