Glass
I'm clear as glass you say?
I didn't know I was invisible!
No, you say, not in that way.
You were saying that I'm predictable?
Well, that's sort of strange.
Because I can't even decide,
Who I really am on the inside.
I can't ever stop the change.
Everything blurs together,
and a new me is spit out.
Like a feather laying in
the dust of a drought.
Unknown "Aymee's Angel" Tired
- 16 years, 7 months, 17 days ago