I lost myself
Somewhere along the way
I became frightened
And the girl I used to be ran inside
Refusing to come back out
I thought it was temporary
But the days went by
And I was always inadequate
I was always disgusting
I was always an idiot
I was always useless
I was always worthless
Soon, I was nothing
But a reflection in a broken mirror
Of what I used to be
So many days have gone by
I'm beginning to wonder if
Maybe, that girl has died
Maybe, she's never coming back
The life source is dead
How much time does that leave me?
But there are these moments,
These moments when I feel the passion
it comes alive
She spent so long inside that the door handles and window locks rusted over, and she can no longer open them
But she is trying to escape
And I need to help her
I lost myself
Somewhere along the way
I became frightened
And the girl I used to be ran inside
And became trapped
But she just found the sledge hammer
And the walls are coming down
She has taken down the broken mirror
That we share in
And she has hung up a new one
No cracks
Just an aged frame, that looks as though
It is wiser
