Corruption

I look at me,

Reflection

In the window

And the eyes

Staring

Back at me

Are not my own.

They are

Afraid

They are

Hiding

They are

Shattered

They belong to the

Girl that I have

Become.

They have

Seen too much to

Continue with

Innocence.

These eyes,

Staring at me,

Have destroyed the

Good girl.

These eyes

Have taken me over.