I stare into her shadowy eyes looking for answers
But all I find are mistakes.
Her hands are like magic when they paint.
She turns silver into red so easily
And yet no one notices she has butterflies dancing on her arms.
She hides her darkest secrets under her sleeves.
No one questions her tears because no one has seen them.
She masks herself with a smile when she's dying inside.
She wants freedom. She wants happiness.
I walk away from the mirror, put my razor down
and smile as I walk out the door as if nothing had happened.