I look at my reflection

Haunted, empty eyes stare back

As I gaze at my broken face

The mirror starts to crack

It’s said that mirrors tell the truth

That eyes are the window to the soul

Yet when I look, all I see is a soul of fire and a heart of coal

Sometimes I ask how I became this way

The darkness of night drowning out the light of day

I wish I could say what happened to me, what awful truths of life I was forced to see

The mirror shatters, the glass cutting my skin

As my blood pools on the floor, my mind tells me this is how it will begin

I don’t shy away from the torment or hide from the pain

This is the path I have walked, the future I’ve made

It doesn’t take long to fall to the floor, my vision swooping and fading, as I’m at hell’s door

Smiling softly, I walk downward as I’m bade

For my darling, monsters aren’t born, they’re made