When the mists fade away, slowly my eyes begin to open.
I gaze upon a face I ever so despise.
The hatred and disdain swimming in her eyes is almost too much to bear.
Everything she is -- simply a mockery of everything I aspire to be.
Her voice echos inside the corners of my mind.
Oh! How a honey sweet voice masks the poisonous soul beneath.
She is cruel.
She is unfeeling.
She is the girl trapped within the glass.
She is....
Me.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
When the mists fade away, slowly my eyes begin to open.
I gaze upon a face I ever so despise.
The hatred and disdain swimming in her eyes is almost too much to bear.
Everything she is -- simply a mockery of everything I aspire to be.
Her voice echos inside the corners of my mind.
Oh! How a honey sweet voice masks the poisonous soul beneath.
She is cruel.
She is unfeeling.
She is the girl trapped within the glass.
She is....
Me.
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