Mirror Girl

"Hello, girl by the bathroom door
you appear to be lost, who are you looking for?
another glance at pale perfection
a fading sign of hope in a silent reflection,"
Her words are frowned upon
phrases she’ll apply are hard to rely on
fear the hard, keep in mind the worst
a broken heart can freeze into ice, a broken heart can burst;
and spread the pieces so far apart
that it may seem impossible to mend a broken heart
another landslide of flames shall impale
and cause upon a person, the last inhale;
never to exhale a truth
last battle of heart, yet another stolen youth.

She’s a lost cause
a needless try to open more doors;
when she won’t take the final step
a taste of victory upon her frayed lips,
could she break the rules and ask for a helping hand
take it in hers and ever so proudly stand
and wonder why it feels so hard
to turn another card;
towards a better life
and strive.

Eyes are locked upon;
are quiet face to rely on
with a mind so far away
it’s difficult to simply create a good day,
so upon a mirror she’ll rely
a rather hard shoulder to cry;
on.