Lost

Looking at yourself,

In those reflecting mirrors.

Wishing there was a way,

To go to the other side.

Just to wonder,

How things would have happened.

Having a happy life,

The perfect one.

Then to wake up,

In this world,

Where nothings right.

Looking back at your past,

Trying to run from it all.

Lost in the scars,

Tears and doubt.

Carried across the field,

Filled with lies.

To look back in that mirror,

And to say,

 "This could've happened"