I catch a glimpse
of who I am today
but I cannot remember
who I used to be...
A reflection cannot show
what goes on behind the eyes
when you cannot let go
of the mysteries and lies...
I loved once,
and now I let go
but I show no refelction
of the torture in my soul...
I am content to be alone if I must
because I do not know where
or how I will begin to trust
again.
My life is a single petal
of a rose you used to love
diminshed now
I will leave
before you lock me up
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