mirror mirror, what do you see?
some hidden power buried deep?
or are the scars all that you see?
like the others who don't see me.
I am not Scars but I'm not free
I am not dying,though I do bleed
Yes, I know that there is no key
The door is locked, and so was she
longing for castles and for the seas
stuck, wishing that she could flea
no one bothers to ask what she needs
understands that she can't leave.
locked herself out of reality
as to deal with the pain of faking