Sara Douglas

Rookie (August 25 / Illinois)

Shoot The Mirror Not Your Head - Poem by Sara Douglas

I found myself lying dead on the floor
I can’t look in my own eyes anymore
I can’t imagine the revulsion I will see
Mirrors covered, I'm afraid of what I’ll be
I woke this morning with a gun in my hand
Sometimes I am scared to understand
It makes me wonder if I’ve gone awry
Is this a part of life or a time to die?
I know the world’s got nothing to do with me
I feel so selfish living miserable and free
And everything has already been said
I think I’ll leave because I'm already dead

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  • (3/1/2008 8:50:00 PM)

    This is fantastic. You really never fail to make me think =] I love you; don't ever tell yourself you can't write, the proof is right here. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2008



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