The me that's staring back,

The me I see in there,

The eyes of a girl waiting to attack.

The mind with so many thoughts to bear.

It took a while for me to see,

That the girl beneath it all was in fear.

Fear of not being free.

The fear of not being clear.

The world was chaos around her.

The future, even more of a mess.

The present wasn't exactly better,

And the past was a wound, undressed.

Looking around was a bit too hard,

So I decided to look back inside.

The mirror that left me scarred,

Became my only place to confide.

- Izzie