You can see some influence from Evanescence if you look closely
Mimic
Losing sight of myself
Reflecting you as my mirror
Can I never find my destiny?
Where do I belong?
Where should I go?
I can’t follow you anymore
But it’s so hard.
For I cannot even follow myself
An empty shell with a blank soul
Living with an uncertain life
Copying another’s actions.
My masks are many and colorful
Changing daily, yet my eyes seem pale
Feelings clouded, emotions disappearing
Do I laugh? Do I cry?
Should I live? Should I die?
Lost past, uncertain future.
But I seek to find myself
In the shadows behind the mask.
I reach out and grasp
Blindly searching for a purpose
Pulling off my façade
I reveal a new face
And the face is not one of yours
No, it is my own creation
It is my mask to use
I no longer mimic another
No longer taking away bliss
For I have found my own happiness.
6/18/03
My Reality
As I live in the world we know
I continue to build my own realm of peace
For this world of pain and suffering
Consumes the blissful ignorance we love
Our emotions are clouded and faded
By our doubts and fears we’ve hidden away.
My reality is a crumbling castle of hope
Its walls are built up and broken down from the inside
My small realm of calm, sweet refuge
Is tainted by the lumbering armies of failure
My reality is a fading dream of the night
Its power lost in the rising day.
Can I make my reality more than a dream?
Will it live in the world that it so despises?
I only wish that for a single day
We could live in my reality
Where no one feels pain
Where no one worries about the past.
Or fears for the future
We need only accept one another
And wish for a better world
If we trust in ourselves
We can change this twisted plane
But we cannot simply hope
We must act on our dreams
To make those ideals reality
But we must think before acting
For we could make a far worse world than before
If we do not realize that we can cause pain
The perfection we wish is truly a dream
But we can work to better our reality
To bring the outside to peace
6/18/03
Paper Flowers
Skulking through shrouded corridors
Longing for death’s lingering grasp
Holding a delicate petal within my palm
It withers away and fades
My paper flower crumbles into nothing
Inner soul wracked with pain
Knowing nothing of outside
Sitting in my quiet chamber
Holding my paper flower
Clasping it to my chest
A faded love
A forgotten memory
A lost destiny
I question my mind’s grasp on outside
Not knowing if I am accepted
Do they push you away
Or pull you down?
I cannot answer the riddles
Enigmas within my soul
I will ponder until the end
And discover its truth
As my paper flower withers and dies.
7/29/03
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