How many nights will I sit in the echo chamber of my mind?
Telling me I'm unworthy, that I'm running out of time
Time is the measurement of change,
And arrives no sooner than the dearly departed
The drumming in my chest serves as a reminder
That I'm destined to be broken hearted
Glancing in the mirror for a lifetime of bad luck
The fragments of the memories
Lead me to just not give a ****
Fine lines under my eyes grow deeper with each turn around the sun
My sense of hope is fading
When each chapter burns before it's done
There is no other choice but to take paper and pen
To fill in the blanks, find a way to start again
But no matter how many times I aim to change the narrative
The glass in the mirror will shatter
I am trapped here; it's declarative
A mosaic of pain, of all things unkind
I refuse to put it back into the world
Instead I choose to suffer with no one at my side.
This does not make me a martyr, a sinner, or a saint
I am just a girl now turned a woman
Still trapped in her constraints.