I see her, she's in a dark corner all by herself
She's crying, crying tears of blood
She looks so familiar but I just can't place her face
Her face is filled with fear and hatred
She look so scared and lonesome like she has no friends
She ia all alone, cornered by the world
She has something in her hand
I can almost make out what it is, but not quite
Her eyes are cold, just the way she feels
Cold with fear and hatred
Fear of the one who is cornering her
Hatred towards the world for being the one to corner her
I can see what is in her hand now
It is a gun I believe
I'm not sure what she plans to do with it, but I have an idea
She's raising it, pointing it towards herself, now with the barrel to her head
Her finger is on the trigger ready to pull.
Wait, now I know who she is, where I've seen her before
I'm looking in the mirror

I did like this poem, sometime I feel that way, cornered and afraid! What a shity feeling that has been placed on me by the ignorant and blind of this world, that I would whish to end my own life. What good could possibly come out of a country run by greedy bastards, even the poor are greedy! Helpless and alone I feel because, there is no one that can help me but me and, I am in so much doubt that I can't help myself. I further seperate mysesf from everyone else, it's such an empty feeling, my throat tenses up.
Damn you all for trying to make my life better by what you know, you don't know enough to make yourselves happy, release me!! Anyways ,I like the poem and, that's what it makes me think about.

The ignorant and the blind placed that feeling on you?? Wow! The have some serious power then! It was a good poem.. depressing as all *ell... but raw emotions often are...

Sometimes when you're at the very bottom of the pit... there's only one way to go...it may be dark down there, but if you feel around a bit.. you'll prolly find a lader near by...