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By mybiteistrue on 11/27/2007
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I look into the mirror
and see a girl that could be pretty
if thinner cheeks and whiter eyes
and happy colors graced her face.

I wash the troubles
off my hands with soap:
a usual occurance of

flick on the light switch
a couple of times, and
check for murderers
behind my bedroom door,

collapse unwillingly into the piles
of rotting clothes
and precious books
I have yet to motivate myself to move,

strewn, for now, across
once-white carpets
that stick
to my feet.

The sound of plastic vibrating on wood!
And I know whose message my phone brings and what he wants.
He goes in vain, and
I am too tired to lead him on.

Interruted mildly
by the frequent sound I say I ignore;
I can tell myself it's right,
this I am allowed.

But it is all for what?
For this?
For a life where I regret each choice I make
which prevents me from living happily?

Is this

In this moment of truth and self-pity I wallow,
and distribute colored stickers
decorated with a heart accordingly:

One for Mom and Dad, I wish I could love them;
one for the dog, who listens
and one I send off to the only one I can be sure
will bear it right for me....

© By mybiteistrue On 11/27/2007 9:46:32 PM
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