Introduction
In rhyme I must this truth impart...

I am not the cutter looking for a family,
I am not the anorexic seeking perfection...

Don't look to the future and tell me you can't...
Don't glance to a past that seems make believe...

I give each customer a gift today,
Not a portion more, or less to pay...

Dancing in the snow...
Flurries of sadness pirouette on a whispered dream...

Glancing o'er the words of others,
Finding no solace in their shadowed, insinuated...

Nothing is as it seems,
Reality merges with dreams...

A haunted warrior stands alone,
Scarred of flesh and thin as bone...

Each morning I awoke,
Chained, by the shackles of your love...

Purge for the successor,
Address to the falling...

You can't have me,
I'm mine...

The broken mirror found me,
Shattered to recognise...