mirror dreams no one really sees this bitter distant girl a sleeping beauty with fists that curse and bleed the world anger bound and hidden by beauty and selfish lies I'm better than her! - she cries no one touches her feet for fear of touching her soul along the edge of vertigo tiptoes around the hole sleep walking with angels reflections in fables forgetting herself as time flows no one touches her heart without tasting her fate cut with sweet precision just close enough to hate born into a backlash she trips and falls with grace and no one ever - ever touches her face as a child she fell asleep one night and morning never came imagining a life lost in roles of parlor games beauty is never what it seems when you believe in mirror dreams