I stare into you, am filled with remorse.
I wonder why I have chosen this course.
The face looking back—the cold, death-like eyes—
Tells stories of hatred, rejection—lies.

Memories torment my heart and my mind—
The days of laughter when people were kind.
Forced submission, my resentment has spread.
I stare at the lips that once cracked and bled.
I clench my fists; I grow rigid and tense.

I strike, you shatter—it’s my single defense.
If only my weakness had not been so clear,
Then my image would be more than a mirror.

So... yeah... heh, is kinda stupid, but hey, i never said i was good. Anyways, i'll go now, post more random comments another time perhaps.