Under crystal light
she tears at the purple cloth,
trying to make the perfect shape.

Her design is messy,
but it's better than nothing,
as strings of fabric are everywhere.

Her hand holds the shard
while at her neck the chain bites
always keeping her attached,
to the cold hard ground.

Her beautiful butterfly design
flutters away from her,
yet her hand remains stretched before her
in a constant wish to have it return.

Her violet eyes never leave
the freedom that her butterfly possesses,
but only one thought
constantly goes through her head:

I cannot be free
but if one of us could,
I would wish for it to be you.

To give you,
the freedom that I can only dream of.

Stand guard,
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.

Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.

He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.

He's your teddy bear.

He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.

They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.

Even though
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.

He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.

Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.

All for the person
who loves him the most.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the tragedy
Of us all

A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all

Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all

People rioting
Fighting over meaningless issues

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all

A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all

Bountiful fields
A utopia of peace and love

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all

Children, their eyes filled with innocence
Run and play throughout the land

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hero
That's within us all

A figure walking
Gives a dollar to a struggling man

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the ones
We've all lost

Elderly, with tears in their eyes
And families being reunited

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the wants
Of us all

Beautiful women,
And flirtatious men appear.

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the fear
Of us all

A naked figure, alone and cold
Rapidly rocking back and forth

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the monster
That haunts us all

An angry beast, with scarlet skull
Roars to the midnight sky

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the future
Of us all

A skeleton with flesh
Still dripping off the bone

Through soulless eyes people see
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.

Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.

When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.

Are you okay?

The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.

I'm fine.

The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.

"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.

And the crying form
that so brokenly said it was fine
is left to cry once more.