Everyday an image appears
In the mirror where I stand,
She's someone I don't recognise
Someone I don't understand.
She never used to be like this
She's changed in many ways,
She's grown up too much, too fast
Since the "innocent" childhood days.
Her mind is filled with many lies
Her heart filled up with pain,
Her soul full of demons
Her eyes filled with tears again.
Each day when I see that reflection
I question the things people have done,
And try to forget the reasons
Why I am what I've become.