• She stares as though through a broken mirror,
    Finding beauty in the flaws,
    And seeing laid open, her fear,
    Attempts to turn, failing awe.

    Each crack was torn straight from her heart,
    Tears made by an empty world,
    And a broken heart then took apart,
    What was left of her emotion.

    She stares at the sky and wonders why,
    The world can be so cruel,
    And while in all the duplicitous deeds she cries,
    It seems so unaffected to her plight.

    But the pain within her mirrored sight,
    Which showed the world in veiled gaze,
    Was as a balm to the burning night,
    That her very soul did raze.

    She aches, and does not speak it,
    Not in truth, just in detail,
    And cries, but never shows it,
    Merely hints that it prevails.

    And so in this state, this broken mirrored gaze,
    It lingers on the door,
    The door that will her pains yet take,
    And leave her silent evermore.