The Enemy //Reflection//

The anger rushes through her veins.
The love that once flowed, none remains.
There goes the enemy, in the reflection.
The figure staring at her with blue eyes.
Adrenaline and shame rush her blood like an injection.

This pittiful child, thrown out of God's grace.
Left to herself, secrets hidden under a mound of lace.
But the pain and sorrow, oh how it shines on her face.
She feels as if she doesn't belong in the forgetful place.
But who else would come in her place, who would replace?
Anyone Could.

Her hair is dyed pink, blue, and purple, a wild mixture.
The tears flow from blue eyes like a water fixture.
The thoughts running through her mind a deadly elixir.
The smile on her face that of a wonderful imposter.
Her sadness drips from her face, a gray tear-eyeliner mixture.

But the enemy, now I see...The enemy is me.
This crying, foolish child is my own figure.
With the suicidal thoughts and the gray tear mixture.
Could it possibly be so? Could anyone go this low?

I Am My Own Enemy.

~~ Look in the Mirror and Look Hard and Slow.
    See if You are The Enemy, A Black Sheep
    Hidden amongst a Flock of White Snow.~~