In everyway but one,
she is my reflection.
Part of me and yet entirely separate.
I know she is not me by the way she smiles.
Smuggly, knowingly, hatefully because she knows what she has yet again done.
Its not like I don't know.
I do,
Somewhere inside, I do.
But I can't stop her.
My self has always been laking, but in confidance.
And that, she is taking her time on.
She knows what my future means to me.
To not be a forgotten name that has done no one any good.
She knows I want to be more then the life I'v trapped myself in.
She knows and yet she breaks it.
Everytime she breaks it,
And makes sure I'm watching as it shatters on the floor.
