glass

My mind wanders to another place,
To me I've become an unfarmiliar face.
Who am I and what should I do?
All this I thaught I once knew.
What is my name and where should I go?
Maybe all this, I'll never know.
Who is that girl I see in the mirror?
How come she never moves nearer?
What does she think? this face I see,
What is it that she thinks of me?
I think she lives in a desolate land,
Just like me, needing a helping hand.
Maybe no-one listens and they all just speak,
Maybe she's lonely, maybe she's weak.
The girl in the glass looks at me too,
I'm so confused, what should I do?
The figure I see infront of myself,
Has lost her mind, Has lost her health.
She's an adult, locked but free,
Unable to tell about the real me.
I'll wave to her, she'll wave at the same time,
I wish I could understand this friend of mine.
But all I can do is watch her cry,
And night by night, she'll slowly die.
Maybe she's scared of who she is,
Maybe she's scared of how she lives.
She must think God won't forgive her,
And all it's doing is making her weaker.
She bleeds from her wrists, day by day,
Nothing ever seems to go her way.
I wish I could help her, but she's in the glass,
And through that - no one can pass.