The Women in the Mirror.

As I stand in front of this mirror,
Waiting, watching, weeping.
I see a vision through this portal to my soul,
A man with a temper, a women cowering.
She's Wasting away, her walls crumbling down.
He strikes her with a mighty fist, Mighty blow, Mighty screams.
She cowers on the floor. A solitary dwelling of her soul.
Please no more, please I love you, please don't go!
The words of a shattered women with no hope of a brighter tomorrow.
This is my fate, this is what I deserve.
I watch in horror through the looking glass,
My pounding fists are not heard,
As I scream that she is worth so much more.
He's a piece of glass through your chest,
A sore that became infected,
No bandage will help this heal.
He will not stop till you're beauty is destroyed,
Till your voice is silenced under his will.
A depiction of 1950s, a submission of your soul.
No one recognizes you any more.