96-Me-Hatter-10

Written Word Woven Thread Making Pictures In My Head Scribbled Letters Colored Mess Both Creative Yet Both Dead

"Mirror, Mirror" Mirror, mirror On the wall Tell me your secrets Tell 'em all... Looking back, What do you see? Answer me.... I see a broken person Who is naive Who has had the heart broken One too many times For all the world to see... I see a broken warrior Hiding behind a mask With anger, resentment, hate, fear and sadness Bottled up inside... I see a broken warrior Who has fought so many wars But has only left Battled, bloodied and scared... I see hope for you yet, child That one day Your war will end And happiness will find its Way in... Mirror, mirror Will I ever be As complete As I use to be? In time, dear child You will discove

followed the lines laid out for you let them make you believe you can choose start and end are fixed in sand every thing else is a simple demand the shape of hours the tick of a heart time is slowly tearing our lives apart