Her

Here I hear her cries
These are the kind of nights I hear her
Crying to her predators to stop
The words they spoke were destroying her sanity
As tears fall off her eyes

Here I see her face in stain eyes
These are the kind of rainy days I see her
Staring to the ground of the shame
Repeating to herself "Why she was ever born?"
As she holds herself for comfort

Here I see her smile
These are the sunny days I look at her
She acts like nothing happen to her the day before
Like she is strong as a rock
As she makes giggle towards me

Here I hear her screams
These are the signs of the broken heart to erupt
Slowly her face turns into a mask
Holding a picture in her hands saying "Why did you have to die?"
As the mask is place on her face

Here I see her today
I stare at her through a mirror
Standing strong from all the trials of this life brought
Staring at the mask piecing off
As I smile at her, my reflection