She stands there before me,
She stands there alone,
wishing she could be free.
Tormented by the tears that have shown,
Feeling as if her soul’s about to rot.
Her silent screams only heard by my heart.
II try so hard to listen, I try to understand,
but I can’t answer I can’t even lend a hand.
I ask her why am I the only one who can hear her cries.
She whispered, “Because you’re the only one who tries.”
With tears of torment, I turned from the mirror.
But as I walked away I could still hear her.