I see her now, locked inside my old mirror,
Staring at me, her eyes bright with pure horror.
A ghost of a tear running down her cheek,
My fingers tremble and my knees go weak.

There was a time in the distant past,
When our features had a delicate cast.
She talked to me about her dreams,
And I, of my fears, my nocturnal screams.

She believed in showing her identity,
While I believed it was an obscenity.
Pinning her beautiful soul on her sleeve,
She thought there was nothing to grieve,

Alas! As time chimed away its warning bell,
Its tide pulled us both through gruelling hell,
She fell to its depths, fading into darkness,
I was retched up on the shore, into brightness.

And as I see her now, past all these years,
A hazy memory in my mirror of tears,
I remember a boy fighting desperately for his freedom,
And a girl who lived within his heart’s kingdom.
She was half of him and he was of her,
And now lived neither.
Because I am just a shell of that old boy,
Who wanted to be that girl, in her world of pure joy.