Sickness in the lies told,

a ghost of the past,

a mirror of the child I was,

a life lost in those eyes,

I gave you my all,

and then you left me,

you saw me for who I was,

a pale imitation,

a locked doorway without a key,

hide the wickedness,

bury the hope,

a life lived halfway,

a mirror covered by the blanket of the past,

tearing the part of me away,

who do I see,

when I look into those empty eyes?