It was easy to pretend
for her perception has withered
into a person
in another's mirror.



I stared long enough
enough to make it smile

Scraping, scraping
I scrape my reflection
no, this wasn't her... she couldn't
she wouldn't.

I wouldn't do the things she has done.

The cracks blur,
it's telling me something
it's so loud, louder than my own pulse.

It tells me who I am
but I've lost my hearing already.

I trace the glass
it outlines someone familiar
wearing my face so perfectly
it almost fits

She named me
i was a different shape,
praising the reflection in the mirror
leaving me hollow.

Quiet I stayed,
silent.
still, like the 'angel' i am
as if stillness could make me forget.

I wonder when I stopped looking for myself;
it was empty, I never knew.

While she, on the other hand
never looked back at me.