The Mirror

There’s a face inside my mirror
With haunted bloodshot eyes
It sits and stares right back at me
Its mouth twisted is I cry

I think i used to know her
She used to smile a lot
Now she’s trapped inside that gloom
As slowly she starts to rot

Her hands are twisted round the knife
That sticks out of her chest
Her mouth it moves as though to speak
Her pain she will attest

She stares at me with hatred
Such loathing upon her face
I wince and hold on tightly
As her pain I try to embrace

Then suddenly I’m in the mirror
She is outside staring at me
She looks at me with pity
She knows I’ll never be free