It is clear, that its not the mirror she fears, but rather the reflection
she cannot bare to stare
as she's afraid its no longer there
It you ask? What is it?
inosence ?
It should be no shock
that her grandfather clock
has come to a stop
As she “Ticks”
She Cannot stand the “tocs"
So many locks
on the front door
who is she keeping out?
When nobody knocks
Or maybe she's trying
to keep something in?
before she loses it all
she takes out a bottle of alcohol
“You will never get me you hear!"
She cries out as she begins to tear.
A voice growls and than whispers
You don't understand
I already have you


© Adhdishe