The feeling that I have been born in the wrong form plagues me
The thundering rain on the iron sheets do nothing to soothe me
The crisp blue morning with its freshness brings me no reprieve
I’m stuck standing, staring at the impressions in the mirror
Gazing at all they say I am, at all they make me be

The turmoil in my soul is not quenched by the dew on the morning grass
The sharp green blades do nothing short of grazing me
My reflection is haunting, I am an empty husk of an abandoned house deep in the hills
The same words; the same thoughts plague me
My mind is in distress, my subconscious is howling
My circumstances are never changing

The rain should bring with it tranquility
I peer out my veiled window watching the drops as they hit the ground
One of by one, drop by drop
My heart is heavy, my soul is in my throat
The burning overwhelms me, I am dizzy with it
Why won’t the circumstances change?
Why can’t I be cleansed by the torrent the heaven releases?

The thoughts linger, victorious in their persistence
My body feels shattered, my limbs are rubbery
Everywhere I turn, I’m haunted; I am tortured.
The death blow never comes
I fantasize about sweet release
I imagine being unshackled from the needless torture my mind conjures
Why am I stuck? Why can’t I be unbound from the words of the world around me
When will the destruction of mind and soul liberate me?

I sense everything breaking down
The sky is too blue, the darkness that brings the rain is suffocating
I yearn for forgiveness for an offense I fail to grasp
Wouldn’t it be too easy, too effortless to take down the looking glass?
Too spiritless to blow out my reflection?
Gutless to banish my tormentors?
With my back on the mirror, I stay stunned
I am unchained from True Events
I am pedestrian from anguish