This shatterable mirror that lies on the floor
Almost smashed into the underworld
It’s such a crime to the mind
To understand these fabulous words are just white lies
What have I done to get this torture?
Why must these damp eyes ooze my pain?
Is my heart full of blackness or glitter in site?
This thing that I’m staring at is such a mystery to the eye
Staring at it for hours till day
I finally notice that what I’m looking at is me and my beauty inside
All this depression and loneliness has faded away
Who cares for more?
When you got the wonderful things
Even if I don’t have a father there for me, a lost of a best friend or even a stalker as an ex-boyfriend
The greatest things that I have aren’t a lie to me, but are my treasures inside my heart
Living in the past was taunting me, but here I am breaking away
It doesn’t dawn on me like it always did
What’s more beautiful is the mirror has disappeared into the slivering ground
