LOL just being emo!

Or can it be true? Somewhere some part of me is an awful dark spot filled with nothing but a lingering animosity, slightly camouflaged with reverberating laughters and sometimes an amount of courage to be impenetrable and mean.

A cast away from my own self, I wonder if Lost is my home and none beyond anywhere. What does it really matter? Each place,each time, each word, like me are bits of strangers unknown and unnamed.

I'm seeing faces and shadows from a borrowed mirror.
They haunt me like a fool ...
A fool trying to make my own shadow talk and go away, just leave.

I can scream, I can cry, I may even die
But never shed a tear

hahaha
and you wonder what's the difference between a wise man's laughters
from the laughters out of my unannounced debility and insanity

Have you looked at your mirror?
They asked, when was the last time you ever really laughed
a real laugh?

Then i saw myself.
I was the child hanging and swinging.
branch to branches of the trees.