parents are so annoying………….. they bark orders.

GOD!!!!!!!! put me in dresspants with a nice shirt and a tie and call me a butler.

i clean for them make them food do wht they ask. are they thankful for my service.. HELL NO. they just bark more orders. i can’t wait to get out of this hell

I can not see the socks I pick out of the dresser

They could be blue red black yellow or maybe white

I don’t know until I step onto the light of the bathroom when

I reach my destination I don’t dare turn on the light for it burns my

Eyes like the fires of hell. I feel wetness on my foot so I took off my sock

And threw it in the basket. Later that night a loud scream woke me up

I ran to the noise and into the bathroom was a sight to be seen for on

The mirror it said “those who see this will die the same as did the other”

It was written in blood and lying on the floor next to the toilet bowl was

A young girl maybe 12 but I did not know her. Next to her body was a

Foot print my foot print and the bloody sock in the basket.

Shattered reflection

Battered perfection

What you see is what you don’t like

Your finger is down your throat throwing up

Your sadness. The pieces on floor

From what was once hole is now shattered.

The bruises are hidden under your clothes

Hidden from site. Unable to be seen by public eye

What lays in the kitchen is now your enemy. It taunts you

From afar. Waiting for you to give in to your needs. But in the

End you are victories for what was consumed is now out of your

System, in the toilet. Staring into what depressed you now you

Watch it flush down the drain into never ending pluming. And when

you look into what is left of the reflector and you see you are one step closer

to your perfection….