There’s that mirror, inside my own mind, that reflected you and me, in our truest selves, untainted, undisturbed, in our love. A mirror that reflected you and me, there will NEVER be one, because you’d, become this ghost of a child I should’ve had!
A mirror that reflected you and me, we were, together, at last, a mother-and-daughter pair, with my inner child, taking your childish hands in mine, holding you up high, like you can fly, as high as those dreams of yours go (but, you can’t dream, you’re, already DEAD!!!)…
like this??? not my photograph…
A mirror that reflected you and me, there will, NEVER be one, that’s physically in existence, because you don’t exist, and, you NEVER will, because I will do WHATEVER the FUCK (and feel free to SUE me here!!!) to PREVENT this god DAMN cycle of ABUSE, AND NEGLECT (that would be, a double-whammy, wouldn’t it???) from passing on down to you, my DEAD EMILY!!!
A mirror that reflected me and you, it’s okay, mommy’s fine now, and she (I???) is no longer crying her eyes out, she’d become, strong, so, no need to worry ‘bout your mama, baby girl………
Life, the Obstacle Course 