Childhood Relived
In the mirror
I see my mind
And wonder if
You know the kind
Of awful thoughts
I think of me
I wonder much
What you must see
While fantasy
Does rule my brain
I wonder if
I've one damn grain
Of common sense
Or simpleness
Yet doubt it much
As I regress
To childhood thoughts
And missing dreams
My head empty
Though it now seems
It's filled with loath
And self-disgust
Who in the hell
Can I dare trust
While all the world
Can only see
This hardened heart
And cold, cold soul
That feels nothing
Yet needs to dole
Out the beating
To those who see
This cold, cold heart
And soul of me
� Kathee Tschudy, February 17, 2000
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