She

She stands across the room from me,
My feet nervously tapping a strange beat

Her body melts into the floor,
My eyes meet hers once more

All of the sudden, I was back again
In this place where happiness was gain

Was it heaven? No, it was hell,
Exhausted, as my veins started to swell

Everyday, she was there
Pink and yellow flowers tucked in her hair

She wasn’t a day over eight,
When she discovered that love wasn’t hate…

…Hate, hate, hate this fucking place,
Hate my own fucking face

She  was later introduced to blame,
Which then led her to her own shame

She watched, and didn’t lead,
She cut, but would never bleed

Her eyes are black, her knuckles are blue,
There wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do

For attention, according to her mom,
She wanted what she wanted until all was calm

Never calm, never okay,
I look at her now, her body decaying.

The light behind me hits the glass, causing a glimpse of fear,
I was looking into a memory.  
I was looking in the mirror.