Sometimes...

Sometimes my room doesn't feel real  
sometimes my room feels foreign  
Sometimes by shadow,  
sometimes by light,  
sometimes alone
sometimes just......
Sometimes im guided by my instinct,  
Sometimes it is my greatest weapon,  
against my own disgusting behaviors.
Sometimes..........
Sometimes it transform hatred into a terrible desire to become invisible,  
Sometimes the anger grows,  
Sometimes the resentment floods. 
Sometimes Mirrors blurr and I become  
something new
Sometimes......
Something old....
But always something....