I look at her in the mirror
How her trimmed hair falls over her shoulders
Her pale skin shines with scars in the midst of twilight
And brusies encircled her eyes.
Blood dripped from chapped lips of hers.
She lost herself in this bloody world
I look at her heart, stabbed with dagger
And her hands and fingers twisted
Her broken bones crackle in the rhythm of this silent air.
She lost herself in this inhumane world.
I look at her feet, pricked with shards of glass,
Blood gushing from nerves and skin tearing apart.
My eyes wander back on her face, which has a little smile on it.
Tears start flowing from her eyes, as this smile fades away.
She lost her smile in this sadistic world.
I close my eyes and look at her again, for she is me.
The girl I have been glaring at, stays my reflection.
Stays me.
I lost myself in this selfish world of demons.
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Your reflection shows you who you are. It isn't fake. It reflects reality of you, either you accept it or not.
-Cupcake
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