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Apr. 16th, 2002 10:55 amThe ignorant accept my mirror true and false
The normal try to see beyond my mirror
But he, he tried to take my mirror from me. He took the sides, and pulled. Saying it was all for my own good, saying I had to accept my true self.
I looked at him, smirked at him. It didn’t work. He said I was arrogant, that I had to let my emotions come out. That I had to confront them anyway. That I’d never be a good journalist if I didn’t.
So I said I would think about it, that I’d give him my answer on Monday. That I had to think about it. I fled. I can not confront my bare soul, hidden behind the mirror. And I know he cannot give me a ‘BAS’ if I don’t confront my souls.
Fuck it all!
The normal try to see beyond my mirror
But he, he tried to take my mirror from me. He took the sides, and pulled. Saying it was all for my own good, saying I had to accept my true self.
I looked at him, smirked at him. It didn’t work. He said I was arrogant, that I had to let my emotions come out. That I had to confront them anyway. That I’d never be a good journalist if I didn’t.
So I said I would think about it, that I’d give him my answer on Monday. That I had to think about it. I fled. I can not confront my bare soul, hidden behind the mirror. And I know he cannot give me a ‘BAS’ if I don’t confront my souls.
Fuck it all!