• The hurt girl, cold and lonely
    Limped down the road

    Then my vision fades

    I open my eyes and look in the mirror
    The little girl looks back at me,
    Through the bruises

    Staring at me,
    Mournful, scared eyes,
    Leaving me guilt filled
    I reach out and touch the mirror

    "I'm sorry,"
    I whisper,
    She mimics me,
    I turn away
    Feeling every bruise,
    In every step.