inside_my_mind Rachel A mirror Picture frames wrapped in silk I'm not quite real Suffocating Shadowed Hide and seek But you can never find Blind man's bluff Splinters Shards Where is reality What is illusion Ignorance is bliss blind man walking in the dark You listen but you can't hear You don't see me Because to you, I don't exist. 040331 ... . . 040331 ... soulesswanderer Endless passageways, filled with dead ends and locked doors. Little girls screaming for love and attention. Countless voices crowding me, mocking me. Blood and pain and hate and fear. Repressed memeories, secret and not-so-secret betrayals. Crossed wires, nothing is where it should be. Distorted mirrors feeding me lies, and mirrors that reflect a truth I cannot bear. Worries of a non-existant future, worries of a non-existant present. Hope and love and faith and all those other things people say exist, but really don't, leaking through my ears and puddling on the ground beneath me. Inside my mind is a place that I wouldn't want to live. Unless it is the candy-coated, drug-induced part that lies to me, and tells me everything is fine. the part that lets me make up non-sensical stories and believe them for just a little while. That part of my mind, I can almost deal with. 040331 ... ethereal You are loose dust. 040331 what's it to you? who go blather from