You cut me so deep.
I feel egotistical.
I feel forsaken.
My sensitivity is profound.
I am deficit in the need of sympathy.
Every-time I look at your reflection, I gasp for air.
You cut me again
My veins explode, my blood runs
through my deteriorating skin.
I trusted you.
I thought I could glorify you through your looking glass.
You betrayed me and used your mirrors against me.
My true form is exposed.
I am the archangel,
Of your lingering reflection.