Staring at the little girl i see,
She is crying,
A knife falls on the floor.
As blood rises from her veins,
Trying to wipe her tears away,
to hide it with a smile.
Seems to work well,
But the scars,
Will always resemble,
what she felt,
what she did.
I try to help her,
As she looks up,
A helpless face,
looking straight in my eyes.
she takes her knife and walks away.
Thats when i realized...
the little girl is me.
My hidden mirror girl.