Love me?
        You shall not.
With my hands bounded behind my back,
I cannot swallow.
Forgive me, it's all hard to take in.
Not lovable?
Intended to thrive elsewhere, let it begin.
Whose reflection?
Glaring back through the mirror,
one's true-self revealed.
Fighting towards a goal.
What can you show?
A selfish lass full of lies?
Nothing left to say,
just ready to cry.
Goodnight Madame  
Watch as my soul leaves the past.