Mirror

Wait a minute, who is she?
That person that looks just like me

Her face is flustered
her eyes have cried
and though she is living
she already died

Her anger, not gone
her tears have not dried
I'm the only one who sees
the void thats inside

The pain that she feels...
It's the same as my own.
With her gaze made of steel
Her heart carved from stone

Her happiness, our misery
Our hope is her pain
Her death, is our sun
Her tears are the rain

I raise my fist
she does the same
Why do I hate her?
I don't know her name

My fist makes the blow
she went with no sound
No more will they see her
shattered on the ground

Another one thats just like them...
Flower petals with no stem

As I walk away
I shed, not one tear
For who would mourn
Over a broken mirror?