Sometimes I think through the depths of my being
Is the person infront of the mirror worth loving?
Or just a mere thing
To cursing and belittling?
I wonder how it feels to be needed...
Than taken for granted, unwanted, jaded
Is this reflection a dream you wished for reality
Or a nightmare you long to deplete for eternity?
Have you ever thought of going back to the beginning
And change it before it started singing and dancing?
Does this image still owns a heart that was once filled with glee
Or will it just be a reverie?
Please tell me, did it fooled you with its illusion
and chained your body that never stopped its rejection?
The answer I keep on denying
But scourging its end... piercing...