I haven't ever told anyone this
But I'm scared to look,
In the mirror anymore.
I'm scared to raise my eyes to see the reflective world,
Because the one I see,
Just isn't me, her eyes are black-colorless
She's someone else
Someone surrounded by lies and tears and a deep dark unknown abyss,
A history of cries of helplessness,
The world! The world looks at her beauty her fake shivering laughter
As I now raise my eyes to look at her I realize finally that her black eye are the path to her soul,
To my bare soul


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