Mirror, mirror, on the wall.
What do you see when you look at me?
Lines, shapes and colours is all you observe
but through you I learn the intricate details of my soul.
Lately I don't recognise the darkness deep inside my eyes.
Once shining with glimmer,
now consuming any sight of light.
Why do you betray me?
If I dust, If I clean, constantly take heed of the state your in.
Will you reflect that which you once used to?
Are my attempts futile or do I amuse you?
Again I ask, mirror, mirror, on the wall.
What do you see when you look at me?
A scared little girl, running from responsibility.
Seeking anyone to take blame for the troubles of her own making.
I can't change that which is apparent, my purpose is to reflect.
If the one looking is displeased, cover your eyes and think.
Before a day comes in which all you are left with is regret.