as i stare in that mirror.. those pieces of sheer glass which shows just my reflection..with no status..with no class i stare in intently..tryina figure out my own self deep inside as i gaze outside..i try to keep quite. ..i count till twelve i follow my shadows in d deep darkness i walk with fear..avoiding all brightness i don't want them to know the real me.. but i question the mirror...is dat wat i'll ever be it doesn't relly answer back..but i know it shoes me the reality it doesn't connect me with nybody..it doesn't fiege ignorance..it ain't no fantasy as i stare in dat mirror..those peices of sheer glass it shoes just my reflection..with no status..with no class
