Hated girl
within the mirror
her hair too blonde
And breasts too small
Her face so sullen
Emaciated figurine
Staring back into the darkness
wondering at the sight of thee.
Where is your love for her? God gave you her body to protect and love. Yet, you tear her limb from limb? You try to kill her energy. An infection to the host.
You remind her once a day you hate her? Yet, you are not of me. I will protect her essence. For you are not of me.
The Silent Singer 