On reflection

On reflection
I see a girl,
Addicted though she knows she’s dying
On the inside.
The only thing that keeps her living is being without
What she desires most.
She wants to give up
But fear of lonliness restrains her sa she is swept away,
To where no one could imagine.
A tear for every word,
And words run in this endless stream of truth.
Her reflection, a contented expression.
Look into her eyes where I can see her soul.
She’s addicted to this feeling of self-hatred,
Illusions, disillusioned, blurred and merged into one.
She is not the girl you know.

© PickledSparklyMoosePrincess – author

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