The darkness inside of me was rising.
I felt the blade of impurity slicing into my chest.
I saw the corrupt carcass of what used to be staring back at me in the mirror.
What had I become?!
I had become a liar, a linguistic thief.
writings that weren't my own, character traits I didn't have.
Mr. band man, Mr. rugby player, those were my illusions.
created so boldly, they nearly become delusions.
Now, looking back, I wonder why.
Was it because I was mean, or that I was shy?
I don't think so.
Had I really denied myself the ability to have fun in my school?
No, I just think lying was all I knew.
They way I was raised, the lifestyle I came to know,
Were all fake, I had nothing to show.
When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't smile, but,
I also couldn't cry.
I guess you can say, in a way, that for that long while, I did die.
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