When I look in the mirror I see no one Black silhouette No face and no name I see a person unknown to me Who are you, where am I This is a mirror I am supposed to see me I remember me, I have blank hair and blank eyes I can’t remember
When I look in the mirror that silhouette has red eyes Boring into me and carving out my own She hurts me Yelling my wrongs and choosing my rights Forcing me to hold onto their rope so tight My hand turns red and my heart races fast Is it alright to cry With all this fright I just might But then she’d snap
When I look into the mirror I see it broken It’s shattered glass reflects me That’s 7 years bad luck My years are bad luck I try to piece it back But I get cut And those red eyes still glow in mine I see them none the less of broken glass Is this what it means to be me My eyes still water and now burn
When I looked into that mirror I saw me A little girl in a bad world Yet a smile that could kill darkness Untainted and free Black starts to crawl up her body Eating her who and she grows tall When did it go wrong The rope now around my neck But I don’t want to go That’s not it, don’t put those thoughts in my head I still want to be that little kid
When I look in the mirror I see it broken Put back together with tape I can barely make myself out of there Nice smile Nice face The red still glows, but it’ll fade Just like that little girl I can’t be the same But I can still change
When I looked into in the mirror again I will see a good kid
Stars at night Street lights Owls go out to fly So many beautiful things out and about Date night Movie night Night shift and tired workers Out clubbing with the girls Drinking with the guys Sleeping in like a good little kid Pouring out your heart in the pillows Sleepless nights Nightmares Dreams of future Friendship, love, sex So many things happen at night Good and bad Wonderful and horrible Car accidents Dance party of the century So many things that could happen to me So many things could happen to you What would you do
In a heart-shaped box, a mother keeps her children’s teeth She says it’s for memories keep But when alone, loneliness begins to seep Loneliness like a missing AirPod, incomplete Like the other half of her soul is incomplete Now alone in the quiet home The lambs now fully grown sheep The box, a memorial of the years passed She wishes they could have lasted forever She misses the laughs and the love The joy of their young faces At first they were just teeth Now they are a keep sake Yet it is not enough Not enough memories can be held in a few teeth So she invited them back for her birth week They are all so tall like a sunflower But she wishes they went back to being seeds As the week end, her heart bleeds Soon they would flee again Back to the wolves’ hungry den Away from safety of her sight So she took away the sun And plucked away their petals Humming the same song that used calm them as a baby It has turned dark and harrowing Quietly rocking back and forth humming the not so sweet toon Counting the teeth, looking at the happy memories So happy she made more
My breath shaken and heavy My bones feel weighted down and free at the same time I managed to break the ball and chain Though it costs me more than humane ways The bells clang and boom behind me But it’s all around me, in my ears, in my heart I run from the skeletons and ghouls They are coming for me, I must hide They say I must die and stay dead “No one is to escape the City of Death” But I run, I cannot accept death I have so much to still live for I must go back to them I can’t let them mourn over me when I’m still fighting I’m still trying so don’t walk away while I’m running I feel as if I cannot breathe The closer I get the more my body grows back The blood and muscle start to cover these brittle bones I’m coming just wait for me Here come the horses and the men on fire with rage They say I cannot run away If you die you must stay dead “No one is to escape the City of Death” You won’t catch me, I am not weak All those lost souls and ruined faces They gave up because they saw no reason to run Who would wait for them? Who would wait for me? I have faith Lord help me so I can breathe My skin crawling back onto me My feet getting cut and scarred They run around me throwing chains with hooks It pierces my skin and makes me scream in agony I’m so close, I can see the river just ahead It carries their voices of pain and grief “No one is to escape the City of Death” Then I am no one I scream as I pull the hooks out of my skin Limply running towards the river I take quarter breaths then half I’m a breath away I feel a slash across my back, I gasp And fall into the river They glare at me and turn away I take a breath “No one escaped the City of Death”
Sitting in this desolate room as I think Boredom and exhaustion at my feet I wake in somber of leaving my rest My bed that hugs me like a teddy bear Oh how I wish to stay and wallow in my own filth To pour my eyes out and complain about trivial work School has me stressed and I want to bedridden But, oh, would that be an insult to those who are? I am lucky to have a warm bed and roof over my head I am so lucky to have two loving parents who want to save my pretty little head It tastes sour to relate pretty to myself If that is self hate then I shall cry Cry and weep because that is how pitiful I am
I stare at the ceiling I reach out to it even though I know I cannot reach Not unless I stand up Move! Wake up! Snap out of it! You are not that weak Are you so shameful that you can’t see who you are You are strong and brilliant only as you see fit If you keep in the dark you will never meet the light You will go blind Get up and take those few steps Turn on the light See your hand and you face Look at it and don’t look with grotesque
I open my eyes Staring into space but there is nothing to look at Not until I make it right Make something to see other than your blurred vision That’s it! You lack control You feel that you lack dominance of yourself You lack the confidence “You must take control of your life to have one” That’s what I say now Such realization have gotten me out the bed Gotten me to study what I hate Gave me light where I thought there was only dark
