Mirror, Mirror
I once saw a glimmer in her eye,
A hint of a smile,
A trace of happy.
What does it even mean?
To be happy, to be content.
I see eyes like shards of green glass.
I see a mouth pressed into a thin line.
I notice a smidgen of hatred, distrust.
There's a girl somewhere glaring into the looking glass.
A girl who fell into it long ago, forever to wander the dark alleyways of her mind.
A hint of a smile,
A trace of happy.
What does it even mean?
To be happy, to be content.
I see eyes like shards of green glass.
I see a mouth pressed into a thin line.
I notice a smidgen of hatred, distrust.
There's a girl somewhere glaring into the looking glass.
A girl who fell into it long ago, forever to wander the dark alleyways of her mind.