Slowly Losing Grip

Looking though the mirror, her reflection stares at me.
Beautiful on the outside, her smile; bright on her face.
Blond hair reflecting in the light's gaze, golden.

Looking in her eyes, a sea of deep green.
Lively on the outside, empty on the inside.
Her bright smile carefully hides her secrets.

Lost within herself, slowly losing grip.
Trapped within the memories that haunt her.
Trapped, she lives behind her mask.

Slowly degrading before my eyes.
Slowly losing grip, forgetting who she is.
Slowly losing her battle, no longer fighting.

Before me, the girl stares back, happy on the outside.
Her smile hides everything: her reality, her past, herself...
Forced to live a lie, I look at myself, slowly losing grip.

© Fighter

*what i used to see in the mirror when i looked at myself.