She is what you call a beautifully dark spirit,
A captivating beauty that is tainted, cursed,
People admire it yet cannot help but fear it,
Scared of what would happen if it ever burst,
She’s scared of her own shadow beneath her,
“No mirrors. What you can’t see can’t attack”
She gets ready quickly, blindly, she’s a blur,
Terrified of what she will find staring back,
A reflection in the mirror, smirking, taunting,
It chipped away pieces of her strained soul,
Lifelessness behind her eyes so haunting,
She was afraid it would swallow her whole,
She was so accustomed to that eerie darkness,
Strangling her vocal cords, blurring her vision,
It was wrapped around her soul like a harness,
Tearing apart her flesh like a surgical incision,
Survival was hard with that weight on her shoulder,
Carrying around a legacy of hate, deceit, and lies,
All of it weighing her down like a crushing boulder,
The fact that she’s so untrusting isn’t a surprise,
Her soulful eyes burning with unshed tears,
And her throat scratchy from silent screams,
She’s forced to face all of her worst fears,
A single player in a game meant for teams,
She dreams of a life where there is only light,
A world where she can run wild, and free,
A universe where misery isn’t a birthright,
And she isn’t buried in generational debris.
-Amy x
