I look in the mirror,
Cracked, worn, faded,
I see a perfect me,
Always being jaded.
The cracks like a spider web,
Tell the trails I've gone through,
And the biggest crack of all...
Is the story of you.
I see us together in my mirror,
Laughing, playing, joking around,
Then the scene gets blurry,
The mirror falls to the ground.
I am worn and faded, cracked and jaded,
Like the mirror that reflects me,
There's something inside me, a black hole never sated,
All I want to be is free.
You had such an impact on my life,
I knew though our friendship was a ticking time bomb,
Knew that after it'd just give me strife,
Now...I just want to forget you.
This mirror has put up with what it always will see,
Taken all the blows,
Now it shows the reflection of me,
The true side of me shows.
I see I am no longer perfect,
My hair a ratted, tangled brown mess,
Green eyes that hide behind them pain,
Who could ask for less?
I really wish I didn't have to let you go,
Hell, I love you like a sister,
But like the snow and the sun,
Our relationship can only blister.
It's been six years though,
I've put up with this pain,
Am I finally breaking down?
Am I finally out of lock and chain?
Part of me wants to scream and shout,
Wants to be let out,
But the mirror of me,
Never, ever wants to be let free.
She is the perfect girl you always see,
The girl who always is strong and never cries,
It is the same me only...different...
It's the truth yet it's made of lies.
I am not strong only my reflection,
Arming herself against pain and rejection,
That is the girl you like, the girl whose your friend,
So if I come out, will this be the end?
I want to be your friend too...
I don't want you to rely on just her,
All I say is true,
But yet behind the plastic wrap it is a blur.
Slowly I suffocate behind this thin barrier,
Letting the reflection of me take control,
Will you even notice I am gone...
Or will I have, for nothing, given you my soul?
Take care and I wish you the best,
I hope you like the new me you see,
As I am laid to rest,
This is just the reflection of the me I want to be.
