Mirror mirror on the wall


To where I can’t look up at all


Who I see no one else does


It isn’t me at all because


I only see a little girl


With nappy hair and so much more


She’s lost all hope, dreams were shattered 


Her memories are all that matter


She’s very frightened and oh so small


It really isn’t me at all


I never grew up I never let go


I’m stuck in the past so long ago


Are they all dreams?


Did that really happen?


Will I one day wake up?


Is that why I keep napping?


I’m going to therapy 


I hang by a thread


With voices and visions


That dance in my head


I’m angry at most


For all the neglect 


The pain and abuse


With a ton of regret


I’m mad I won’t do it 


I’m mad at the why


I’m angry and seething 


I’m boiling inside


I wish I could fix her


That sweet little girl


Erase all the bad stuff 


She had to endure