I’m nothing like them, I think
But I hear my mom’s voice when I scream
We’re individuals, I say
As Dad’s glasses slip off my nose
Even though I don’t know them
Not really, as people anyway
I’ve become their mirror images
Swirled.
Worst Nightmare
I’m nothing like them, I think
But I hear my mom’s voice when I scream
We’re individuals, I say
As Dad’s glasses slip off my nose
Even though I don’t know them
Not really, as people anyway
I’ve become their mirror images
Swirled.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 