what you do to me

I often feel like a small child wearing a tall trench coat

Trudging through the snow

Its waist deep and it blinds me

Covers me so lightly

And swallows me whole

disgusting and decrepit

maintaining youth and good posture at all times

selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness

oh how I hate those teenage girls

those girls who pose and pout and get what they want

like shifting shadows moving across walls and space

I constantly reflect everything and everyone

daydreamers like to envision a new world

one where every cog in the machine does its job

we get tired of being the mirror