Felt it.

perhaps wishing pain isn't the best idea. Your shape is so perfect, it is only too bad that your blind. You'll never see yourself, but not too many ever do. Not too many can look past what haunted reflections display. I speak as though I am special, but I could never be more wrong. I am binded with societys limits. Don't tell me I'm wrong. If everything is possible, then I'm not wrong. I am only just putting pieces toghether, until I am unable when they all fall out eventually. and darkness consumes me, and silence.