Blood on the covers, slick in-between the sheets.
Was it supposed to be this way?
I sacrifice all for this interlude—
But this is not the way I wanted it.
I conform for this.
But I die slowly inside.

Gold spun threads of independence.
I live my life the way I dreamed.
But it’s hell. Hell in my life.
My child-self stares sadly at me.
Is this what you’ve become?
And I cry in agony.

I cannot rid myself of you.
Have you looked in the mirror and seen me?
You haunt me, day after day.
You are taking over my life!
I want to be free!
I do not wish to live for you.

I cannot. It is exhausting. When I think I’m free, there you are.
Either show yourself or leave me be!
The heart does not chose where it goes.
But it is killing me.
I desire that which I cannot have.
And you will never know!

I want the chance.
If only then, I can be free.
I know it will not be as I think.
But I can’t stop thinking of you.
I am scared.
For I feel like I’m losing myself.

Feathers on the wind, I let myself fly.
As she says, you don’t care about me.
And it’s just no use.
You don’t know me, when you look in the mirror.
Because you can’t see me.
And I’m blinded by you.