Comments about i.N. Sane
It's not easy to look in a mirror, and not reconize your own face.
To feel so much anger, to have so much disgrace.
With the screams of a hit, and the cracks of your reflection.
You're left with a broken mirroer, the shatters of lies and deception.
Blood runs from your hands, and tears escape from your eyes.
You fall to the floor, and know no one will hear your cries.
You stare at an empty frame, and know it's far gone.
For it wasn't the mirror that you hated, but yourself all along.