That mirror that remembers more than a face,

And all the memories you want to erase.

Even that tear and scar you forgot about,

And every time you had a doubt.

The mirror was called more than a few names,

Every time with inner shame.  



The mirror prays every day,

That one day maybe you both see the same.

The house that sees everything,

Still abandoned for little things.

No ghosts to roam the corridor,

Just empty silence that feels loud as a roar.  



Maybe someday someone will see it for who it is,

Not the stories echoed with myths.

She left the room,

Maybe forever.

But her shadow stayed,

Faint but there.

I felt the presence,

But it was never enough.

Something in me just held on,  

If not her at least the last glimpse I had.



I wished it was all a dream,

I wish I would wake up.

She left me alone,

But her shadow was always loyal.

I see that girl every day on the street,

Always laughing and jumping on the beats.

But no one knows what lies behind,

That smile that never reaches her eyes.  



She wishes one day someone asks,

How she is, instead of their burden of daily tasks.  

That smile behind that mask,

Wait, that's not a smile I see.

Maybe the smile was always a task,

But no one cared what was underneath.  

Maybe because the girl was me.