Date: Tuesday, May 21, 1996  5:42pm                             Forum: Poetry
From: PlAsTiC GiRl                                               Msg#: 613565
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Beginning to Sink

For the first time,
I sit down and think,
About my life,
And suddenly I begin to sink.

I ask myself a question,
That I've been afraid to ask,
Am I happy,
Or is it all just a mask?

I cant remeber the days,
When my head hsnt hurt,
I cant remeber the times,
When the sun hasnt burnt.

Just the way I am,
Isnt good enough to be,
I've been a clone,
But now I think I'd like to be me.

My room is now my fortress,
And the smoke is my air,
My candel is the only light,
And I start to forget to care.

I have all that I need,
All tha should make me content,
But I empty out,
My hearts' up for rent.

Dust covering my eyes,
And my vision is blurred,
I'm dying of a deases,
Thats has already been cured.

I stared at the page,
And all the words mixedf up,
And it seems like they make more sence,
When they need to be fixed.

So I'll forget my question,
I'll go on with my life,
Help me from sinking,
Take away the knife.


     -AC