She walks into mirrors.
The illusion is engrained.
It has been engineered to alter perceptions.
She exists in other's realities
Not knowing how to create her own..
No one taught her the value
Of the emptiness within.
She's hollow. Soulless.
She recognises her body although it's new to her.
Her organs fill her body well.
Her veil covers the flaws.
It secures the emptiness.
The light can't penetrate the darkness,
Only if it shines from within.
She lives in mirrors.
Break them. Sort them. Destroy them.