In The Mirror

Down a long dark hall

I see a girl chained to the wall

looking down, tears falling down her pale cheeks

she looks so weak

she looks so fragile and skinny you could see her bones

her heart was warm but now its cold

blood running down her arms and legs with cuts freshly made

she is hurting but there is no aid

she looks me in the eye and  could see it all clearer

all this time I was looking at myself in the mirror.