I throw a rock and the mirror breaks.
I cannot stand to see my face,
My hideous heart is now stone cold.
The air is like a wispy ribbon,
tying me down onto the ground.
Through the glass mirror I see what once was,
Someone beautiful, more than just a girl.
But does it matter ? I do not think it does.
They put me away, but it seems that I can still break.
Even though, through the glass, I can't see my face.
