Behold
Tuesday, Aug. 10, 2004, 10:08 A.M.

A Bitter Truth of Lies, That Shall Never Be Told. A Bitter Truth of Lies, of Untold. When I look in your eyes I see more then a crying girl with open wounds. I see a broken heart and a fake smile. When I look in the mirror I see a girl I no longer recognize. She is no longer full of hopes and dreams, she is no longer striving on success or her future. Instead she is skinless looking at so much more then her flesh. She is looking at the people that hurt her, and all the times she cried, she is looking on her life. She is looking at her self in the mirror and seeing her self for more then what others see her as. She is seeing the deeper parts and the hurt parts and the parts that are not really there. She no longer invasion's her cutts and wounds. She no longer sees scraps and bruises. Thoes have all long been healed and gone away. She has put aside her broken heart and said "Good-Bye.". She has over come all fear, fear to cry and feel, fear to talk and love, fear to be her self, individual. She now forgets her empty lies, her big mistakes and fake smiles even all her pain. She now looks in the mirror as a growing child. Learning and laughing, crying and feeling, loving. She can now looking the mirror and see a girl that no longer has glazed over eyes and cheeks as red as the blood that runs threw he vanes. Now her body tingles with joy, because she has let go of every tear and every lie. Everything that ever hurt her. Every little look or glare everything that ever held her back, because she goes back to when it was safe. Before she worked and toon control. This is a girl looking in the mirror and seeing charm and glow, she now has brown eyes and cheeks of pink. Now that not so lost little girl can find her way. She has found her way without a guy without a career and without a soul. Because she was a women and did it on her own. As I stare out into the glow I see a face, that does not show. It hides behind shadows and dark street lights. It banishes it's self to a street covered in dim lights and pain. This street is called, "Owning Street". For a simple fact you can never leave, you can only come. You continue owing to your self to your master and to your drug. You continue seeing things for what they are, how they react and how they see. You must leave and you can never be seen. For you have fault and shame. You have things even you can not explain. You have guilt so built up it crushes you down until you can not breath. You have story to tell and promise not to ever describe. You hide behind the shadows out of fear, but you must learn you can not hide in your empty tears. Dig a little deeper and see what treasures the world holds. See things so much bigger then the one way street called "Owning Street". Love is like a growing rose. Desiring to be bright and full, mature and ready to bloom. And as love grows you do too. You stem turns a bright vibrant green, big and strong. For fragile means that love is week, and untrue. You feel little leaves appear, petals and perfume too. But then one day you will be cut and taken away. And slowly then you will begin to die. Your petals once full for color and perfume will slowly fall off and your leaves will shrivel. You stem that once was strong and true will turn a dark brown and crumble. And it will be then you realize your really need your root, you need your love. Otherwise your love and lust will die away just as that rose does. Become strong and love the people that love you. Because you too can beautiful. Give me some space, give me some love. Don't touch me, just give me a hug. Never watch me cry, let me cry on your shoulder, right now. Never believe me, its on big lie. Listen to me, I love you. Just walk away its much safer this way, Please do not leave me here to say Good-Bye