She speaks to me in riddles,
Yet Disguises them as rhymes,
She is genuinely truthful,
Yet she almost always lies,
She knows each move that I will make,
Each breath that I will take,
Pointless aggravation is just the way she plays her game,
For she knows as well as I, each word that I will speak,
Sometimes I think she knows me,
Better than even I know me,
She knows me best but still won't rest,
Till all my dreams have died,
She pushed and Pried,
Destroys my life,
But soon she digs to deep,
She causes pain,
Erodes my brain,
Her twisted blood will stain.
She distorts an image that once was whole,
A part of me that Someone stole,
I stare into the mirror ad she stares right back at me,
I go insane she feels my pain,
My fist connects with glass,
Forget the past,
With shatters glass,
But when I gaze upon her reflection,
It causes great deception,
What do I see?
