The window stains your shattered reflection,
Memories of the future, never the present.
Left standing in your shadow, hidden behind guilt,
masked by your presence, standing on stilts.
My child, my kin, I hand over this gift,
wrapped in misery, the room starts to shift.
Standing on your own for once, we were all so proud,
we let you fall on your own, pushed you off that cloud.
Never learned a word to speak, not like you ever had a voice,
blood running down your face, like you had a choice.
Your beauty is found to be nothing, a tragedy is disguise,
bullets loaded in the gun, this is your only surprise.
Let's pretend we know nothing, let's not exchange names,
let's not walk down this road again, cause we both know we'll never change.
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