Mirror - mirror on the wall, talk to me in times of trouble.
Who am I in this world, am I the girl strewn tight in corsets, or the child left to beg on the side of the road. Mirror - mirror, am I fair, am I wanted, lusted, needed? will people look at me like water in a desert, will someone ever call me my mothers daughter? Mirror - mirror I know Im vile, I know I'm the corridor at night, haunting ghosts behind every door, watching yet too scared to fight. Mirror - mirror tell me what all this is for. all the lies and sleepless nights, every dream and goal in my mind. i can't run, I can't hide, but most of all i can't comply to a muse who knows no decency or respite. Mirror - mirror scream to me the truth, no more soft lullabies of sweetened blithe. I am red I am angry, I am the sea that lives to take the watered down blood beneath my veins. A shattered heart that still years for the sledgehammer, a faithless girl with no more fucks left to give. Mirror - mirror you are me, you are ugly, you are broken, shadows grow beneath eyes that can no longer see the world the way it used to. Mirror - mirror you are wounded but you are living, Poseidon has not come for your blood so nor should you. You are no god to be deciding your faith, no prophet to be thinking about death, no soldier to be pleading for peace, you are merely a child. You are only 13.
