With a sigh of relief you give into the fight
Between yourself and the person taking over your life.
what happened to that girl you stare at in the mirror
The one who never smiles and eyes full of tears.
Does she ever speak to you to tell you whats wrong
Or was it her plan to leave you guessing all along.
With your fist held high above your head
You smash in her face to bring her back from the dead.
Blood and glass scatter landing around your feet
The smell of blood admits a satisfying defeat.
The shreads of glass stare up at you from the floor
Her face is now reflected a hundred times or more.