Mirror

Staring into the flickering flame
Hoping to see something but lies
Maybe if she gazes into it she'll see
Why each day she quietly cries

Sitting there looking at the waves
As they slap against the rocky shore
She longs to find the answer
As to why she always longs for more

More than what she already has
More than what she needs
She stares into the restless wind
And pain is all she sees

Glances down at the ground
As a sort of last resort
Wondering if she may see why
She always ends up hurt

But once again it fails her
And the moss is all she can see
So she looks into a mirror
And all she can see, is me.