Disguised
Laura Tully, Age 17

You try and find the answer
though the question is not there
Locked inside the mind:
what’s left? Happiness? Despair?
The scars erase, the cuts they heal
You struggle to recognize
Is this a phase? What do you feel?
Who is this in disguise?

Crystal memories mockingly shine
Reminding you of that place, that time
You see it all with a sinister sheen
Kodak thoughts for Kodak dreams
Climbing the floors you arrive at the sign
‘You are here’ but what did you climb?
The arrow it murmers, aware of direction
The arrow it blurs: now where’s your reflection?

You’ll try and find the answer
Though the question is not there
‘trapped’ inside the ‘mind’ you’ll struggle
Living on this prayer
The scars erased, the cuts now healed
You’ll finally recognize
There is no answer to this question
No truth to all these lies.