They said that we were the scary ones, the quiet ones.
We were their worst nightmare.
We would always be the dark in the light.
Our strange way of being made us scare them.
Yet they were scared of the unknown.
Until they realized that we were not only their shadow but live in the mirrors.
'Cause we are them.
Their reflection.
Just in broken shards of mirror.
Since that is what we are ...broken.we are not just to the unjust.
Of course we don't fit in the category of just nor normal. 
We are freaks.
We always were and always will be.
~C.Ø.

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The willow danced with the wind.I watched the river flow as fast as it could.Anything that couldn't go against it would be dragged away.Soon enough the wind danced with my hair.I had to get to the other side.He waves to me to come on.I smiled and picked up the roses.

Roses redder than blood.

I looked at the rocks that seemed strong and mighty against the river.I carefully picked my way through the rocks.He smiled his dark eyes twinkling with happiness and mystery.He reached out his hand and I reached for his hand.He grabbed unto my hand and pulled me towards him.Yet, next thing I knew I was struggling to breath.The oxygen that once filled my lungs was replaced by dread.I had fallen into a river.I was a blind fool and he has let me down once again.

The current seem to go faster.I started to swim with the every ounce of energy left in me.I clinged to a rock and pulled myself up.I looked at the roses I picked up and then at my bloody hands.The roses that once held a beautiful aroma had grown thorns....Thorns that made my hands go red just like its petals.The willow wasn't dancing anymore but weeping with the wind.The person that once stood at the end waiting for me was gone.Just like my hope in something mysterious and dangerous that is called ...love. ~C.Ø.