• 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.