I have spent years looking for myself, lost in a world of confusion and loneliness. Like a blind man on the edge of a cliff,

I look in the mirror and I recognize the face
but the eyes that look back are vacant
No feelings to speak of; my heart's an

Have we met?
I've lived my life...
Behind jackets,
Behind baggy pants,
And long sleeves,
Behind a masked opinion
Guarded humor,
Behind

DESIRE OR HOPELESS DREAMS

My mind often wanders
from reality to my desire,
and I find it hard to retrieve it,
back to the daily

You have painted the mirror black for long enough.
Cleaning it off was very tough.
You can't stand it now that I can see,
That