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I look in the mirror

What do I see?

An empty skull hidden

under layers of flesh and blood

I am nothing

Just a bunch of chemical formulas


If I get shot tomorrow

I’ll be mourned but for a short time

Then forgotten

Like a wound that heals leaving no scar behind

That is life… it begins and it ends

No two opinions about it


Then why?

Do I worry and fret?

Do I pretend and hide?

Do I smile, nod and fake empathy?

Do I chase after depression?


I am but a grain of sand on the beach

A drop in the ocean

A speck of dust in a largely unknown universe

A fraction of a second on the clock of life

I am nothing