Reflection of what should be Forgotten.

I hear when you speak to me.
Sometimes I try to talk back.

I watch you from afar and close up as well.
When you were young you sang along to the radio,
You made brightly colored bracelets and wore clothes good little girls should.
So, why are you now shut up in a shell?

Years went by, the fighting was normal, almost comforting.
But it got louder, longer, scarier. And then it stopped.
All was quiet except the faint sound of weeping.
Everything changed, even the lighting.

I saw the gloom on your face when he left.
And your hopefulness when you thought he would return.
I saw you go to her for comfort.
But through her eyes I saw there was a theft.

Instead of watching you play with dolls, I saw your eyes grow dark.
You have confessed your anger and confusion.
I cannot ease your feelings, only listen.
If i could only give you some sort of kind remark.

I have been watching you all these years, I know the story.
Of how you became warped and deceitful.
Of how you turned away from so-called "normality".
I saw it all coming, your fall from glory.

The perfect little family is no more.
My glass covered eyes show the expression in yours:
Cold, faraway, and full of remorse.
You turn your glare from me as you swore.

I need to help you before you are emotionally maim.
But no, I sit here reflecting the life you want to forget.
Photographs of the happy past taped on my face.
Horrific images of things you do are pressed into my thin frame.

I try to reach out to you as you cry,
But I'm useless; there is no point.
My wanting and trying will come to nothing.
So I will go with you, take your secrets and die.