Scared to look in the mirror,
they'll expose someone she has been hiding.
Whenever looked,
the reflections of someone with a
wild look and weighted eyes stared back.
A creature with a young heart but a tender soul.
She was dead but not buried.
The weight of the shattered heart,
she's carrying.
One day she'll be exposed.
Exposed to the deep abyss of death.
Even in her death,
All the memories will haunt her till the very end.


© anotherdeadpoet