There is a girl staring at me,
but I do not know what she see’s.

But I can hear her saying awful things,
Her words sure know how to cause a sting.

She is tearing me apart,
Not even sparing my heart.

And I cannot recognize her,
Because my vision is a blur.

And soon enough, I lash out too,
And both of our eyes fill fuller with blue.

So I throw my fists, needing it to stop
But then my knuckles are bloody and the mirror has dropped.


© LRose