Reflection of a Stranger by PockyPowah, literature
Literature
Reflection of a Stranger
I see a stranger,
A reflection of what he's supposed to be,
Looking into his sad, gloomy eyes,
He's thinking to himself, "I'm tired of this, I just want to be me."
He hates who he is,
but was born this way and is forced to remain,
He has a secret buried deep inside,
Everyday is like a new dose of pain.
I can tell he doesn't care,
When I look at his appearance,
Raggedy clothes and a mess of his hair,
Maybe If he had his wish he wouldn't be this way.
Thanks to the norm,
His identity is hidden,
In every direction his fragile mind is torn,
His wish is truely forbidden.
I see a stranger,
A reflection of what he's supposed to be,
Current Residence: United States Favourite genre of music: All Operating System: Windows, yo MP3 player of choice: Zen Micro Favourite cartoon character: Buttercup
I am NOT an artist.
I don't have much artistic ability at all... sooo basically I'll just be posting a lot of crap on here :tp:
That, and photography. I'm better at taking pictures than I am at actual paper/pencil drawing <3
Why did I post this? I'm not sure. In case anyone ventures by and goes "sheesh, what a leuser. This girl can't draw to save her life!" then I can go, "BAM! Look at that journal entry, what does it say?" :sarcasm:
Okies :|
Speaking of journals.. I was so totally gonna make a ninja xanga site today. But the thing said I'm not 'eligible to create a new account'
Whyyyy~ T___T I even lied about being 17, I put 18 for