wordlings

mirror girl

I stare at myself through the pools of my eyes.

I stare at myself through the heartbreak and lies.

I'm lonely with me, and even worse without.

I'm lonely in the streets, come and steal my air.

(because anything is better than another night with despair)

I detest my soul with such passion it hurts.

I detest my soul and it's nobody's fault.

Midnight is the right time to destroy my mind;

Midnight is the right time to show the mirror girl I hide behind.

So I'll stare at her some more until she withers in fear.

I really hate her,from her ditzy feet to her nappy hair