The mirror on the bathroom wall
It shows the truth
The dark truth
In the mirror I see a girl
Decked in white
The bags below her eyes,
Have drooped lower
Have darkened
Her arm is raised
It carries a flag
A white flag
Like the British at
The battle of Yorktown
She wants to wave it
To surrender
But there's a masked figure
A hero
That's holding her arm still
Close to taking the white flag away
Every morning
I watch the mirror
Waiting for the battle to end
The battle between the girl in white, and the masked hero
Between surrender and hope
Between life and death
