I'm looking in this mirror I got
And I hate the reflection
so I shattered it
accepting the 7 years bad luck
to represent my inward beauty
im a broken glass mirror
and you're the floor that represents
reality and pain
the same floor that shattered me
and no matter how high i get from this floor
my heart will still be there
yielding to the crevices of reality
my everflowing blood
ive told you a hundred thousand times
but i plan to do it no more
forgiveness means nothing
to the might of snow-capped mountains
and in the log cabin you reside
so simple to see and greet
and come inside
but ill be damned if you didnt lock the door
and set me on fire
the scars on my arms
the ones i awake to
show that my unconscious mind
A l w a y s h a t e d y o u . . .
But ill be damned if i let
your indifference hurt me again
ill be damned now
because faith is a bittersweet
metaphor that will play on
the broken strings in my mind
i hope i have one taunt one left
so that when you graze it
not even your steel gaze
will protect you from my whiplash
i cant look at you the same anymore
not a lover, not a friend
i suppose ill be your big brother
the one you never had
ill kill anyone that hurts you
step in front of more than mere bullets for you
and look ahead as you insult me
ill offer advice and protect you
and love you as a friend
but in the deep recesses of my heart
will remain the scar tissue
that will fuel hatred and malice
to every touch you offer
to every syllable you utter
to every stray breath that stains my skin
end.