The Mirror Laughs at Me

The mirror laughs at me,
as the scissors slice,
My head is torn asunder by chains of love,
the yoke of sacrifice.

My face is lifted to the crying of my blinding pain.

My freedom falls about,
my being cloaked in mist,
Another piece of my soul lifted in prayer,
To no one who truly cares.

I lose myself in the blind, uncaring crowd once more.