I cannot run away
Forever, and even if
I could, why would
I? To satisfy some
Inner need and have
A false sense of
accomplishment? I
think not.
You see, mirror,
I am far beyond trying
To please you. I am
Not your slave, and I
No longer wish to be
Your puppet, or walk
In your shadow.
I have grown as
One, and I am ready
To fly freely to a
Place where I find
Comfort and hope,
For you have deprived
Me of the simplest of
Happiness.
I can only faintly recall
My last dosage of
Hope, and with a
Small portion of this size,
I cannot honestly say it
sufficed. You see, mirror,
I am saying I am done.
I will no longer lie for
You, nor will I go
Against my better judgment.
You may choose to rot
In this hole you've contently
Dug for yourself, but I
Long for something better.
I am better, and I shall not
Be silenced.
The silence hurts my
Ears, and I no longer
Wish to listen. I will follow
Through and soar above
You, showing you once
Again, that I can.
I feel it in me. I can be better,
I can be happy. Mirror..
I think I can live a decent
Life of my own.
But perhaps it's only an
Illusion.
