Reflection – Susan Syondie

Reflection – Susan Syondie

Reflection – Susan Syondie

Everywhere, she would follow me
And all I could see was her back
Her mission only being one;
To see me down

She had a dark hood
And was cold like a corpse
Just like her fingernails
Always spoke dirt

Over and over again
She told me I was nothing
That I was weak and useless
Oh my heart, the words dug roots

I was tired of the whispers
I had to see this demon
I unexpectedly turned her around
Alas! It was like looking in a mirror!

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