The blackened mirror hangs on the wall
and whispers my name with a soft call
Like the wind, it rustles my brain,
its hauntingly familiar voice I distain
"Come and see what lies within,
what's bound to come and what's already been,
but when you look you can't forget,
'cause what is seen will then be set."
I shield my eyes in fear alone
'cause I don't want this set in stone
but hunger for truth boiled deep inside
and spilled across this body of mine
I saw the darkest part of you
and realized there's nothing I can do

I still smile;
Despite of the hurtful non-verbals you're showing.
I still believe on you;
Even though it seems you're already stabbing me by your hurtful non-verbals.
I'm staying;
Because I care.

and you’ve tried your hardest to bite a hole out of my heart,
and my legs still tremble when i stand too long,
and my arms still falter when i love too long,
but now it’s time to patch the ache, with your
bloodstained teeth. but now it’s time to salve
my hands with your eyes

Writing a poem relaxes my mind,
For that, a quiet place i have to find,
it can be about anything or anyone,
Like trees, flowers or school fun.
I tried to write about my pet  cat,
Which tries to hide under the doormat;
Or about a beautiful scene,
That is lush and green.
But sitting here in great bliss,
I simply started writing this!