I run my finger along the mirrors cracks
Feeling every one of my imperfections multiplied by ten
Singling one out, I circle it
Telling myself how ugly I’ve become
I recall a time when I felt beautiful
Without the help of a mirror or lighting
I remember waking up beautiful
And falling asleep beautifully
But broken hearts and empty loves changed me
Every sad thought and bad dream form on my surface
Left with disfigured reflections to see


There’s a ghost in the mirror
Someone you may not see
But she’s there every time I look
Staring back at me
An empty image
Hiding behind the looking glass
A darkened glimmer of an afterthought
A memory that has passed
The light within her dims
And the darkness begins to grow
As the ghost inside the mirror fades
My reflection starts to show