Who are you? I wake up in the morning everyday to see your reflection staring back at me when I look into the mirror.
Dying for your image to be clearer. I clean you up with much care, and I dress you so they can marvel at your beauty.
I walk in your shoes, yet I don't know you so well.
Is it empathy, or just an unavoidable reality?
It hurts me when I see you make the same mistakes you promised yourself not to make Over and over again. Each time I watch you lie to yourself, convince yourself, then smile to yourself. Everyday, finding a better way to hide all of your pain.
You can't refrain.
The feelings you think you have keep messing with your brain. A bloody terrain.
I pray daily for you to stop all that pain. It hurts me that you no longer feel; it haunts me... To think that where I once saw joy I now see darkness.
Lord, curse this world that steps over her kindness.
Turns her into a monster using her own fragile heart's blindness.
Oh, her highness
It's a pity that the only person that will ever know the truth is the one she avoids.
Me. I look into her eyes when she checks the mirror.
I need to look into them. See if she still remembers me.
The girl she was before her personality surgery The smile she wore before trends overtook the most essential part of her soul.
Way back, when she still had goals.
When she loved being alone.
I pierce into her heartless eyes, looking for a dying spark. A symbol of hope in the person she broke.
The oxygen tree when she breathes "all me".
Maybe one day she'll let me be me.
Allow me to experience the world through her.
Bury the monster she feeds in my place.
It's sad to see that I'm a disgrace to her.
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