Looking at the pieces in the mirror
why is it her that i fear
she stares at me with eyes so fierce
i touch the glass that smashes
my skin is now pierced
against the floor my blood crashes
Watching as it drips and drips
I look at my arm to see what has happened
Skin tore with a red line
everything suddenly gets blury but im fine
pick up the pieces from the floor
i see my reflection and cant take this no more
covering my wound with a towel
I fall to my knees and let out a howl
The pain increases it hurts so much
this pain it hurts to touch
looking at the glass that stares at me
what is it with her? who is she?
Sweep the pieces up I lock them away
and in the trash, there the glass memories of me shall stay
its just something i cant trust
who needs a mirror i started to cuss
A mirror cant show true beauty
what was the purpose of it? what was its duty?
all i need to know is i am perfect the way i am
No one can change me, not even i can
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