Summer

The
Sunshine
Grows
Stronger
With Each
Passing
Day.

The
Green of
The Garden
Is Hot,
Too Hot.

Things
Like Sound,
Or Colour,
Or Shape-

Within,
The Blue
And White
Are Bold.

Its
All An
Intense
Summer.

By Unknown

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when i look at myself
in the mirror
i see a distorted figure
a stranger
it isn't me i see
its someone weak
someome filthy
i see a very lonely person
she's always crying
always harsh
and distant
so cautious
and wary of everyone
her heart is shattered
so fragile and small
she doesn't trust
she wants to hate
yet she can't
She's misunderstood
who am i?
where do i belong
why can't i be strong
She's tied down
by her past
and doesn't know how to
free herself
this agony
and pain
its wooven
deeply
inside
HELP!
I look at Myself
and see her
screaming
growing weaker
so helpless
withering away
when will it end
when will i be able
to walk forward again
will i be able to free myself from these
chains that bind her?
only time can tell!