Because every day I see your face just looking in the mirror and every day I hear your voice just by using my own and I ask myself why you instead of me?
Hands caress the antique mirror,
Wiping off vintage tear-stains, just to add more.
Broken shards for broken lives,
Cracked, canyon crevasses in place of internal abyss.
A loss of lively innocence,
Never before or since, now tainted,
Stained with wasted blood.
Feeling like counterfeit, an imposter,
A cloned memory.
And every single day,
Self-destruction with a solitary phrase:
"Why you instead of me?"
