ii walk past mirrors
as if my reflection doesnt exist
and for some reason
i hang my head in shame
but why??
someone tell me who ii am right now
because all there is to me
is a simple blank page
and every single day
they scribble on my soul
like little kids at play
but Someone erases the markings
before they can be seen
and piece by piece
they erase pieces of me
you see, it wasnt the scribbling
on my soul
that made me any less whole
but it was the erasing that left me
at an ultimate low
erased
are the portraits
of daddy’s little girl
erased
is the mother
that at some point meant the world
erased
is the fetus that said goodbye
before its life ever begun
he must’ve known
that he didn’t want to grow
being this abandoned daughter’s
only son
erased
are the dreams that lie on my pillow top
after unpeaceful nights of rest
erased
are the screams
that have scarred my tonsils
and seperated me from the rest
erased
are the promises of God
that said your latter will be greater
because from my point of view
there aint too much hope in “ten-years-later”
erased
are the smiles
that they drew
across the part of my heart that was plain
no more are the finger prints and smudges
that gave me a story to tell
and so ii turn my face
when walking past
that refective glass
for ii know that
all thats left of me
is the sour after the sweet
because what they drew on my spirit
bringing color to my world
is the only thing that gave me
the innocence possesed by little gurls
and ii wish to be that way again
but here ii am
full of rage and hate
and the only One ii despise
is the One who took all the markings away
for now ii am nothing
but a blank page
