Stranger in my Mirror

Stranger in my Mirror

a simple poem reflecting on my past in which case was a tragic events unfolded afterward, i'm choosing to show everyone now, i dont know if you like but oh well :p this poem is weird

published on November 25, 201323 reads 13 readers 3 not completed
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Chapter 4.
Madness

Madness

It's dripping...
Everyday I hear it and no one else will
I try to call out to them
But they only snicker
Such snide, oh Gallow thee
Temptation is ebbing
But I stand by thee
How can I calm when you quake
How can I laugh when you sorrow
How can I find Joy when you ache
How can I do anything
When all I can hear is that dripping noise.
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psychoticalice
RainbowDashMage, which one? they all mostly pertain to myself, yeah the asylum thought I was a real nut case :D but I don't care, i'm just like that! :P
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on January 07, 2014
McDermottsAngel
Cool, but is that about a creepy person following you? Did that really happen to you?
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on January 06, 2014
psychoticalice
PLEASE COMMENT!!! X3
i'd like to hear what you have to say! :D
otherwise i might steal your cookie!! >:)
LoL JK
or am i? :P
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on December 10, 2013