Looking in the mirror
My reflection's screaming back.
Cold, dark fingers
Wrap around my heart.
The image of an angel
Locked inside a cage,
Trapped behind a mirror
I just can't seem to break.
I watch the silent tears
But to me they have no taste.
I see a slow, hard smile
Creep onto a pretty face.
A sweet, deceitful mask
Worn to hide the pain.
My bones begin to shake
With tears built up by shame.
Embarrased by such weakness
I still posses the scars;
Scars that long since vanished
From her skin no longer torn.
Lost behind the mirror
In a world that's not my own,
I watch my flesh and blood
Fall harder, deeper, slower.
My reflection walks away
I wish I could go with,
But I remain behind the mirror-
The hope that she can't see.
I watch the angel suffer
For I can never leave.
 
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