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I school my features in the glass, Cool, controlled, an air of class. I cannot recognize myself. I study me indifferently, Blind to what I'm meant to be. Sometimes, I can't stand to see myself. I can fool them all, this I know But I lost the truth, nowhere to go. I fear I've lost myself. Honest eyes plead back at me, A reminder of who I used to be. Youthful face, happy eyes A life without these wretched lies. And now I watch me walk away, The same as any other day. I dislike reflections of myself.

That smell is where I want to be Sweetest thing in the world to me The scent of dew on mountain air Of forests thick and meadows fair It soothes my mind and sets me free That Smell A siren call it seems to me Luring me in so heedlessly The way it lingers in the air With every toss of her hair That smell It's comfort and security Both passion and serenity In each moment I need it here I try to steal it out of air But still it slips away from me That Smell

The Battered Hero The kid sitting in the corner The silent one Who could say nothing And still be shouting her thoughts. The unspoken truth Unsaid words Sweet nothings Didn't exist There no such thing as nothing For there was always something The screeching balls of energy Swarming around her The stupid casualties That meant nothing to no one But still was the center of time Space And reality. How people could say so much And still be saying nothing Baffled her. It meant nothing It was cruel nothings. Painful nothingness That somehow Became The other kids enjoyment They weren't children Somehow, they were people U