9/2004

Wash my face, brush my teeth and take a shower, but my soul remain unclean. I could look you in the eyes and still not be seen. Mixed feelings, scattered thoughts, from the inside out my carcass rots. Sick physically, emotionally scarred, I’m still looking you in the eye and you’re seeing NOTHING in me. Number three, but there’s the one above. Kiss and hug then pinch and shove. I don’t understand, because I’m blind, mute and dumb. There are three beside me but I’m the only one seeing, speaking and hearing the you…still, I don’t know if you were ever true.