Just for shits and giggles, I was looking at the Myspace blog posts I'd written back in 2008..before I was found. I came across the following poem I'd written. It's a bit dark, just to warn you all.
What bugs the hell out of me is one day I'd write dark, depressing poems...and the next day I'd write posts about how much I missed my father. Even though it's clear that I subconsciously knew, way back then, what kind of monster he was.
She sits in her room alone, gazing at the stoic reflection that has become her mask. The sound of her own breathing startles her..she has forgotten she even exists in the real world.
Little girl lost, sinks slowly into the looking glass. She is outwardly pristine and perfect. Inside, she is beaten and bloodied by the Mad Hatter of her nightmares.
The cheshire cat sneers at her from his perch above the mirror, mocking her for believing that she could still be considered innocent.
Who is she kidding? Her purity is gone, she is tarnished by a childhood marred by others and their secret agendas. Shhh, don't tell. They won't believe you anyway.
She has been raped by a system of dogooders gone bad...their concern is only fleeting..their words of concern are whispered, they hope she can't hear them. They don't believe her anyway.
Little girl lost finally removes her mask and sees...nothing.