My Broken Mirror/My Burnt Identity Book
"Hello
It's nice to meet you
I've seen you before
You look very familiar"

That is what I hear
I should answer, but I'm silent
A vapid smile seeps through my hideous teeth
A artificial giggle emanates through my throat

It screams in my ears
"My God, who am I?!"
The voice in my shouts at me
Like an ill-tempered abusive drunk father to his innocent, now insecure, child

I know not of my worth in this world, but I live and breath
I feel like I'm a fraud, a pseudonym
The face of nothing
I am the ambassador of bashfulness
The president of self-doubt
Every smile from someone is like a hug to me
Every laugh from someone is like a kiss to me
Every hug from someone is like an angel healing my stitches
Every handshake from someone is like an open to the house of your soul

Not knowing that every smile can actually crush my ribs and stab my back
Not knowing that every laugh can bite me like the king cobra
Not knowing that that hug can stab my stomach and let me bleed profusely
Not knowing that every handshake can break my wrist or pull me aggressively to my death

I live for words of encouragement
I doubt my prowess of talent
I'm lost trying to find myself
So I look for people to inspire

Women,
Your seducing eyes
Your sweet words are like a chocolate fountain cascading like Victoria Falls
From your "oh my words"
To your "ya phapha"
Followed by that arch on your head that you make when you blush

From your girly shrieks when a man frightens you
To your conversations about life
They aim for every man, I strive to be "every man'
When you cry, you want no one to be around
I want to be that "no one"
NO, I want be the "ONE"

If your soul bleeds, I will be your tourniquet
When you cry, I will be your tissue
But I can't love you, because my heart hates me