Thru the fog there is a mirror.

The reflection reveals a girl:

• pale
  • as the moon on the nights she was scarred.
• young
  • as the mornings when she realized her mistakes.
• scared
  • of the control they have over her.

The pity I feel for her is crippling.
She is all too familiar.
I can’t help but feel enraged;
those monsters contaminated her.

She thought she was aware of what she was doing.
She thought she knew what was coming.
Silly girl,
stupid child.
They will never leave you now,
forever they will trail behind you like a dog.