I am nothing but a mirror in shades of gray,
I reflect on this bare white wall, day after day.
I patiently await a different reflection,
But as the moments pass by I only face rejection.
I once knew a girl who would look into me and cry,
She'd ask me over and over why she was living such a lie.
Her eyes were a deep dark brown,
And her face was stuck with a never-ending frown.
Whenever she rarely smiled, her face would glow,
She was so perfect, but she just didn't know.
There were so many beautiful things about her I can't seem to recall,
But I remember I examined each and every freckle, twenty-three in all.
She told me once that she lived life with only one need,
But when lacking it, instead she'd make herself bleed.
She wanted to escape her dark and crazy illusions,
So she would fill up her mind with psychotic dillusions.
Nobody really believed her when she said she was going to leave,
And I pitty those who were blind and so naive.
There were many nights I saw her with that cold, shiny razor,
Slicing through her skin like a simple hand held laser.
Everyday I would watch her cry,
Till the day finally came as I helplessly watched her die.
She is a brown-eyed angel, now flying free,
And now she doesn't have to try to live up to what they wanted her to be.
I no longer watch her slowly destroy her soul,
Now she is somewhere up there, and she is finally whole.
I am nothing but a mirror in shades of gray,
I reflect on this bare white wall, day after day.
And day after day, I find myself missing her,
Wishing I was more than what I am, so maybe I could have saved her.
This intellectual property belongs to Kattie Lindsay. Do not copy, replicate, change this, or claim it as your own. You’re welcome to share this if proper writing credit is given upon doing so.
© Kattie Lindsay 2016
I reflect on this bare white wall, day after day.
I patiently await a different reflection,
But as the moments pass by I only face rejection.
I once knew a girl who would look into me and cry,
She'd ask me over and over why she was living such a lie.
Her eyes were a deep dark brown,
And her face was stuck with a never-ending frown.
Whenever she rarely smiled, her face would glow,
She was so perfect, but she just didn't know.
There were so many beautiful things about her I can't seem to recall,
But I remember I examined each and every freckle, twenty-three in all.
She told me once that she lived life with only one need,
But when lacking it, instead she'd make herself bleed.
She wanted to escape her dark and crazy illusions,
So she would fill up her mind with psychotic dillusions.
Nobody really believed her when she said she was going to leave,
And I pitty those who were blind and so naive.
There were many nights I saw her with that cold, shiny razor,
Slicing through her skin like a simple hand held laser.
Everyday I would watch her cry,
Till the day finally came as I helplessly watched her die.
She is a brown-eyed angel, now flying free,
And now she doesn't have to try to live up to what they wanted her to be.
I no longer watch her slowly destroy her soul,
Now she is somewhere up there, and she is finally whole.
I am nothing but a mirror in shades of gray,
I reflect on this bare white wall, day after day.
And day after day, I find myself missing her,
Wishing I was more than what I am, so maybe I could have saved her.
This intellectual property belongs to Kattie Lindsay. Do not copy, replicate, change this, or claim it as your own. You’re welcome to share this if proper writing credit is given upon doing so.
© Kattie Lindsay 2016
