| Smoke and Mirrors |
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| She sits and watches the smoke, as it floats away into thin air. That's the story of her life. It disappears while everyone stares. Her hopes and dreams just float away, completely out of control. She's falling apart before watching eyes, but she fights so that it will never show. She know her life is nothing but smoke; smoke and mirrors, reflecting her pain. She wants control back, but it never comes. She struggles to live with nothing to gain. Her life is worthless and her hope is gone. She feels powerless to pull it all together. She wishes to be happy and content, but her wishes fly away, with the smoke, forever. Her reflection stares back, eyes empty and hollow. She's tired of fighting all the time, but she doesn't want the world to know, the pain she's in and her silent wish, forthe fight to finally end. She wants to leave the world alone, but she's given and knows she'll never win. The smoke still floats away, into the nothingness of life, and the mirror still laughs, because she'll never win the fight. Her life isn't worth fighting for, and she silently fears, that the world will see, she's nothing but smoke and mirrors. ~8/18/03 |
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