(masquerade) "self destruction"

Bowing down to the poisons enveloping her youth,
Surrendering to the demons that seem to mask the truth,
Breaking all mirrors,
And clawing out her eyes,
She was always told her life lies there,
Her soul lies there.
Where her heart should be,
An empty hole,
For he took it from her, he snatched it away,
And ripped it in two and hissed which of these would be better for you.
Her face cracks, she has no tears to cry,Her eyes seem to only glimmer,
And her mouth is formed into a smile so perfect it seems artificial,
It seems dangerous,
Oh the depths of plastic, the unseen agony of it all.
A false sense of happiness is written across her face,
Masquerading around as if her life was real,
Abusing the terrain she worshiped,
Her reflection in water,
Shows her malfeasance easily, vibrantly in the light.
She seems to glow, but no one but me seems to know.
I pity her, if only she could see her self.
Infidelity tastes so sweet when you have a bitter tongue,
The mirror, the mind, the mouth and I,
All sat down for a cup of tea,
Let’s make small talk and smile awkwardly,
The dirt curls up under my toes, whispering “remember me?”
I looked at her and she looked at me,
I never saw her blink,
But in the blink of an eye,
I could lift it all of her shoulders.
Spin over my shoulder and let her off the hook.
But I think I’ll make her stay there.
I’ll just stand here and look.