Reflection Poem by EMMA Funnell

I look in the mirror,
And I only see me.
Because that is my reflection,
The one and only.
But then I look deeper,
And my eyes start to cane,
I look back into the mirror,
I see knives and chains.
Torturing a little girl,
Who seems to be a younger me.
With long blonde hair and blue-green eyes,
It's the girl I used to be.
You have destroyed her innocent soul,
I cannot bring her smile back to life.
You have no idea what pain you've caused her,
You might as well of handed her the knife.