Shattered mirrors from levels of hypocrisy,
shes horrified,
the reflections are not hers she tells her conscience.

It makes sense for her loss of self-esteem
out of her mind,
wanting to be more like the ones on T.V. Screens.

She cuts herself to keep from feeling pain
looking at herself in mirrors,
she forgets her own face is the most shame.

So where is Mary running to
a road with constant repeats,
vacancies she shall reap within her mind.

In misty mazes she resists her own soul
controlled by demons,
pale skin shivers from lack of Love may last a lifetime.
A finished maze she comes to face a cliff that’s ends in nothingness