There was a mirror on the wall

Who I took down to play my face

Listen to each and every call

And into my face it learned to stay

If only had this been a one time thing

But instead it became twisted possession

A contest on who could last longer

Ended up becoming crippling obsession

Instead of making each other stronger

We learned to live with the crimson

Each crack became my own pain

But this time I watched as nothing filled the chasm

Each drop became a rainstorm

Quietly, silently turning under the lenses

I keep asking more and more

As the mirror breaks with much more ridges

I walk on with blistered feet

Not noticing the glass fall away as I make my way toward “home”

And when I turn to the hall with the mirror

I find an empty space left

As I had forgotten it lived on my lips

And in front of my eyes, through this I watched alone

As I searched for the mirror

That fell away, so it only could expose

What I was hiding all along