Mirror. By Stacee Hellewell
The empty ache of loneliness,
My only friend of all,
A dark and broken object
stands a mirror on the wall,
The reflection that comes back at me,
Can never tell a lie,
As tears are forming on my cheeks,
Then once again I cry,
An outcast to my friends I know,
They treat me second choice,
But when I feel I\'ve lost it all
The mirror hears my voice,
Again I find myself back here,
I\'m screaming you my pain,
\"Just tell me why I\'m born like this
I\'m ugly and insane\",
The empty ache of loneliness,
My only friend of all,
A dark and broken object,
stands a mirror on the wall.