Mirror

tired of your eyes.
tired of the war inside.
the way you roll your fists around
and kick your hair back
is a sign you're tortured.

stop staring this can't be me.

(figured it out)
this is the way it goes,
some will come and some will go.
(thought you had it all worked out)
it had to be your fault.

and if you think I could trust you
I would call you a liar instead
of waiting for the truth.

you thought you had it all worked out.

liar.