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[sid] => 71686
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Mosaic Of My Eyes
[time] => 2004-11-15 23:18:17
[hometext] => a poem about what i hate most about my self
[bodytext] =>  My eyes will be the end of me I see too much that I do not want to My eyes are no grand position They are something no one can ever love Filled with darkness that is inside me Vague and ambiguous shades of brown Eyes that I wear like maquillages that are not me You can’t see my soul in them they are too dark If only they were beryl instead Then I would feel differently about them Brown a dominant color not belong not fitting me I weak and have lost hope and they have no light No fire burns in them like they once did I have died inside and my eyes show that My eyes are deformed and ugly They are fitting of my face but not my soul Or maybe they are maybe my soul is as black as them And there is a part of it that has yet to be revealed Deeply hidden and too well concealed Maybe I am like Jekyll and Hyde I do not know what evil my soul hides That escapes through my eyes and shows the world Or maybe they reveal how weak I am an how prone to cling I am Maybe these are the reason that no one can love me Why so many stay away and leave me behind broken What ever I am people can see it in my eyes That’s why I hate them most of all that I hate about me Sometimes I wish to burn them out [comments] => 4 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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