Poems from the-human-apocalypse

I live the unfiltered life. I may sometimes be lonely, But at least I am me! At least I know who I am.   I can look in the mirror And see...
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain. She's got nothing to say, for They've taken her voice.   Her eyes are full of longing To...
Pay no attention, To the girl behind the curtain. She's got nothing to say. Her voice is not important.   Pay no attention, To her...
Books with yellowed pages, worn from  use. Glow-in-the-dark stars from my dark-fearing youth. These are the things that make me, me....