The girl in the mirror
does not see
the shadows
waiting to receive her.
She only feels
the need,
the hunger-
her hunger...
grasping
scraping
devouring her...
calling out from the distance
as she tries to hide her face.
The cracked rear view mirror
reveals haunted eyes
as the speeding baggage
keeps pace with the voices
in her head.
She drives on
recklessly
as weeping gargoyles
and ancient, bleeding statues
watch her pass by,
marking her with their cold stare.
She continues her search
because there is nothing left
but the burning in her soul,
and she is desperate to stop it-
cover it,
bury the hurt
in an unmarked pauper's grave.
The pain brings relief
and with it she can breathe...
but her breath is limited,
shallow.
How I wish
she would slow down,
pull over
and stop,
STOP!
Learn to breathe
just BREATHE
once again.
I cry for the girl in the mirror,
I cry for her loneliness,
her blindness,
her inability to allow
the fires to burn
and heal.
I cry for the girl in the mirror,
as she speeds toward eternity
disregarding the red signs
and blinking lights.
I turn away from her journey...
afraid to see
what the end will bring
for her
for all of the girls
trapped by their
toxic
broken
addicted
reflections.
does not see
the shadows
waiting to receive her.
She only feels
the need,
the hunger-
her hunger...
grasping
scraping
devouring her...
calling out from the distance
as she tries to hide her face.
The cracked rear view mirror
reveals haunted eyes
as the speeding baggage
keeps pace with the voices
in her head.
She drives on
recklessly
as weeping gargoyles
and ancient, bleeding statues
watch her pass by,
marking her with their cold stare.
She continues her search
because there is nothing left
but the burning in her soul,
and she is desperate to stop it-
cover it,
bury the hurt
in an unmarked pauper's grave.
The pain brings relief
and with it she can breathe...
but her breath is limited,
shallow.
How I wish
she would slow down,
pull over
and stop,
STOP!
Learn to breathe
just BREATHE
once again.
I cry for the girl in the mirror,
I cry for her loneliness,
her blindness,
her inability to allow
the fires to burn
and heal.
I cry for the girl in the mirror,
as she speeds toward eternity
disregarding the red signs
and blinking lights.
I turn away from her journey...
afraid to see
what the end will bring
for her
for all of the girls
trapped by their
toxic
broken
addicted
reflections.