Mirror, mirror on the wall.
What you see on my face,
Isn’t true at all.
Do you see my plastered smile,
Or the sadness that swepts once in a while.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Have you seen the girl,
Gushing blood through every vein on the floor.
It’s the anger that make her slash her wrists
Bruise her arms , soul and body.
Because the world has been teaching her,
She is nobody.

Mirror , mirror on the wall.
Have you seen how confident her shroud is,
Hiding beneath her skin made of shame,
The Continuous abuse has made her tame.
How those pink glistening Stilettos can mean anything,
When every cell of her body shouts, she is nothing.

Mirror , mirror on the wall.
Is my green envy and disgust
Dripping vehemently apparent to you ?
I know, this sharp tongue hurl profanity and accusations,
And sometimes get hoarse shouting in pain.
All she knows is those who should have cared,
Never did, and mock her from rooftops.
She is disgusted with them
And loathe how envy is the second language for her now.

Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Do you see the grown up girl
Or the scared inner child ?
Hiding in the darkness.
She isn’t scared of the monsters under the bed.
She is afraid, if she spoke
How dearly her family may make her
To pay the price.

Mirror , mirror on the wall.
Have you seen those brown eyes at all.
Despite everything, they dare to twinkle,
Once in a while.
She smiles and paint her life
Through poetry,
Happiness is still in some parts of her life.

Mirror , mirror on the wall.
Let others know,
What Emotional Hemophilia can look like .