Teen Ink

   You see the face on the wall inside the frame

Whichever way you move, it moves the same



You look and see that you are looking back

There's nothing which this image seems to lack



You walk away and see you walk away

Behind the wall is where your image stays



Psychotic you,compelled to be alone

You don't want yourself following you around your home



You smash the glass,it breaks without a sound

Your face,a million glass reflections on the ground