The Ghost In The Mirror

a smooth reflection stares back at me
but the person starring back cannot be me
this person is a ghost of what i used to be
i see her hair,her skin, her eyes
there's no way they could be mine
the endless blue eyes are a raging sea
of her tears, and fears, and what she used to be
her dreams that where destroyed and her broken heart
come together and create a savage kind of art
shes hollow, a spirit, a mere shadow of a ghost
she was here, but now shes gone
all that's left is her pained reflection
this girl in the mirror is not me