Jarzee

Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color, and it hides the naked truth unlike any other You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies, 'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing You let out a cry of pain as yo