Every day the edge of the serrated knife Calls to me to help me unwind I told the doctor But he said I would be just fine
By Brandy Lawson6 years ago in Poets
Your mirror is broken Distant memories fog the shattered glass As you cover your face And keep living in your traumatic past
Who am I I am not her The covergirl beauty queen Shining brightly and so squeaky clean I am not her The Stripper in the highest heels
Devil's Dinner She looks into the mirror of fate But she refuses to see The image of an Angel A reflection of who she was supposed to be
Forget... Unwanted and violently shunned a fragile rose taken and thrown down alone fearful and shy she danced in a puddle of sadness