Blind Reflections

Standing in a dark cold empty room, I'm surrounded by reflections of pain and tragedy. calling out for help was pointless. the only response is a cold long echo of my own voice. I could be dreaming, yet it was so real. footsteps tiny quick footsteps. I searched for a place to hide, a place to run for protection. who was after me? Who was coming to use me and throw me away after? Silently I stood waiting for the enemy. Silently I begged for freedom and peace. Who was it coming to hurt me? My vision came to focus, the girl in the mirror was me. Glass shatters, mirrors came crashing to the ground. I stood surrounded by my worst enemy. ME!