As she looks in the mirror she sees nothing but hate,
Her heart is black her soul is cold.
Her face now stone shows no emotion,
Everyday she's haunted by the notion,
To never love and always hate.
If she keeps going at this rate,
She'll die old and alone.
As these thoughts go through her mind,
She thinks of all the times,
Someone has tried to help her cope,
But just seem to bring down her hope.
Now filled with anger her fist breaks the glass,
So much time has passed.
As she looks at her hand now covered in blood,
A single tear runs down her cheek,
She has now become small and meek.
She hated what she saw with every glance,
She now has a second chance.
