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Here is my story for you never to hear
Here is my novel for you never to read
For those of you who never saw me
And never gave me a chance at life
This is my good-bye.
Don’t mourn, for there is nothing here but the rain
The tears I once shed have ceased,
Now the sky remembers my lament
For you who never dared to gaze
Inside this empty grave.
I’m not sorry for being less than perfect
And I bid no apologies for being what you hate
My voice is that of sadness
And it is sadness which you refuse to hear,
Filling the stones with a consuming roar of questions.
Don’t bother to turn away,
For I will be in every face that you see
Somewhere behind eyes waiting to cry
And lungs waiting to scream
And though you won’t notice, I will follow you.
I am all that you ignored in your exuberance for light
I am all that you betrayed in your haste to run away
Your denials of remorse leave me with nowhere to return
So I will haunt you
Behind these broken mirrors you look in every day.
When the wind sends a chill on that frosted heart of yours
And you seek out the warmth inside your comfortable walls
I will cause you to shudder
For it is I who will be walking atop your empty grave
Don’t pretend not to know the reason, when you never looked in mine.
It still waits.
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