written: 02/26/02
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There's someone inside of me.
Someone who wants to be let free.
All my life this person has bugged me.
'Let me out!' it pleads.
I'm sitting here, pen in hand,
Thinking, 'should i let it out?'
That thing inside that yells and shouts,
'Please! Just let me out!'
I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt.
It's already halfway free.
But I'm afraid it's plotting something.
It just won't let me be!
I let it out, it's no use.
I feel like i'm someone else.
Who's wanted to be free,
For a long, long time you see.
I look at myself in the mirror.
But me, i do not see.
I see the face of a little girl,
Who still wants to be free.
Now I finally realize,
As I stab myself with a knife,
That little girl in the mirror was me.
She just wanted to be free.
Of all the pain and suffering,
Built up from over the years.
So here i am with a knife,
Helping me out,
Doing me a favor.
Freeing me of this world of pain.
As blood runs down my cold body,
I want to thank you little girl.
For never dying,
For staying inside me all this time.
And showing me the true me.
The person inside me,
Thank you.
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