Lost
Cheyanne Jones
This morning when I looked in the mirror I noticed My body becoming more transparent I fear My hand! It just went through my ear I go to school and get to first block I wait for the teacher tic Tok tic Tok Everyone shows up to class We stand for the pledge I wave at the teacher but she walks right on ahead Why can't they see me? Is this all in my head? If I'm in a dream then wake me up. I rush to the door only to find I can't open it anymore My hand goes through and so does my arm so I walk through I don't care anymore The bathroom mirror shows and outline Of what I used to be I'm loosing myself that's all it is for me
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