looking in the old dusty mirror
whipping all the dust out
seeing my reflection
with scars tattooed on me.

staring at the old mirror
tears running down my cheeks
tracing my scars
remembering all the bad memories.

looking at the old mirror
seeing all the scars and burns
making me want to break my flection away
wanting to run and hide from the pain
old rusty mirror can you hide who i am?