All she wants to do is be free mirror

Imprints of bloody hands stain the glass as I look at the mirror
My wounds are deep inside for everyone to see
If they even cared

A girl who cries for no reason
Who knows her anger is rising inside of her
Her soul is tainted

All she wants to do is be free mirror
This is what I see inside the other side of the mirror
As I stand there looking

The blood stains on her run from her heart to waist in the reflection
Tasting the stained blood which turned to the stained un-pure blood
Of the torment, pain, and lies

Her mouth opens up to say something
But bubbles escape only
Trapped inside the mirror as I peer inside

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poem by Alyssa Howell
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