See that girl sitting in the corner,
Is she there?
Is she truly there?
See that girl sitting in the corner,
Does she even have a prayer; does God, in fact truly even care?
See that girl lurking in the shadows,
The shadows of the night,
In the splendor of the night,
See that girl lurking in the shadows,
Will she put up a fight, shall everything be alright?
See that girl whom stares distraughtly back at you through the looking glass,
Is it you that she is starring back at?
Or is it me?
See that girl whom stares distraughtly back at you through the looking glass,
Is she becoming all that there is left to be?
See that girl devoutly praying,
To a God that isn't ever there,
Becoming that girl whom stares distraughtly back at you through the looking glass,
Becoming that girl whom never truly never had that very prayer.
See that girl sitting in the corner,
Is she the very essence of you?
Or the very essence of me?
Beyond the looking glass, and into tomorrow's lullaby's worth of sorrows,
She is everyone, and nobody, whom all that has ceased to be…
© Kat Taylor ~ October 2007
