Poems of a Passionate, Puzzling, Pale Person

I See a Liar

I gaze into the glass,

Looking for a sign of life,

In those hollow, dead black eyes.

I search for the girl I once was,

I fear for the girl I will be,

I cry for the girl I see now,

Standing in my mirror.

Her face is covered in paint,

And it runs off with every tear.

I realize that I've been living a lie,

And break the glass that taunts me.