Mirror
Look into that mirror,
You’ll see a beast trap in a flesh of a human.
One that is trap from within,
Is a hungry and angry being.
The kind that people could never read its thoughts,
But feels its existence through action.
That’s what I am…

I could be in a world where people would say
“You have a heart of an Angel”
But truth is, I’m no angel and neither a devil…
Honestly… I don’t have a heart at all.

I’m a beast that kills living miracles.
The type that sees goodness through torture and inflicting pain.
I neither own nor had anything then,
But if you knew me well you’ll see I had nothing at all….
I could bring so much pain to people,
Yet when facing guilt…
I was always the one to cry.

Unlike others who is surrounded by people,
I could never match to them at all.
I fail to have real people around me!
I was always alone where ever I go.
Maybe because I’m too lonely,
That is why I’m often trapped in my own space.
For that I tell you…
I don’t need anyone at all…

Regrets… something I stop having since then.
Back then, it might seem that due to my stupidity,
I lost an essential value by giving it another kind of ending.
I walked out a lifetime of pain to save them,
And giving it a chance to restart a life without me…
Now looking at them, knowing that they are doing fine,
Make my life easier to breath.
If you ask me “if I could turn back time would I fixed all that is broken?”
NO… not a bit of it… no regrets

So here I am,
Looking at myself through this mirror,
How I wish I could tell you it’s me I see as a person.
But sadly…
Deep inside me I crave for revenge that could bring everlasting sufferings,
I see myself growing up only to hate what I’ve become.
I live to bring pain and torture to people.
Would anyone still consider it a human?
Looking through this mirror….
I see myself as a beast and no longer a human…