how many times does my heart have to break
before it won't be able to be repaired anymore
when will i learn
why can't you see what your doing to me
why can't you feel it's my heart beneath your boots
why can't you see outside yourself
am i standing here
do you see my tears falling
staring back into a mirror of myself
and not liking the reflection you've tried to make me
i try to smash the glass and i hear you laughing
i try again; laughing
again; laughing
and again; lauging
the mirror bounces my hand from it with shards of glass
embedded into my flesh but not a scratch on the mirror
and the embedded glass turns into ugly faded scars
your laugh echoes in my heart
in my head
as i continue to fall short..just missing your grasp
your expections
because i'm not her
you step over my pathetic form and walk out the door; laughing
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what do i owe him
is it any less
than i owe myself
when do i know
theres no more
left to tear down
when does the sadness become such a way
of life that happiness
is something i once was
a while ago
i think but someone
has to remind me what
it was like .....
