Smoke and a Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the biggest slut of all?

Of course, it’s me. I know it’s true.
I know the nasty things I do.
I know that he is just a kink,
pushing my limits and making me think.
His words, how they hiss,
how they ring in my ears
as I look in the mirror and face all my fears.
Will I ever change or is this how it is?
Will I always be rape meat?
Will I be truly his?

I know that he wants to possess me that way,
like every man before they throw me away.
I can’t be tied down unless it’s with rope
but I see in his eyes that there is still some hope.
He thinks he can change me,
he can break me down
but I can’t stay here long
or my soul will drown.

Choke me, fuck me, use me, need me.
Take that cock and fucking feed me.
Press me up against the mirror,
make me see myself and face my fear.
I’m afraid to be loved.
I’m afraid of my fate.
I’m afraid that it’s already too late.

He’s lost himself,
and he thinks this is real
when it’s really just smoke
and a mirror we feel.