Noitcelfer

she takes a look in the mirror and sees not herself, but a blur.

unrecognizable.

she is consumed by the lies and stereos.

she is trying so hard, but the glass is one way.

She is invisible.

Her powers have been used as her weakness. Taken advantage as she has taken advantage of those. 

As much as her heart can take, she still tends to break.

Fragile as can be.

she has looked so hard fro the answers. But she has been blinded by the questions asked.

She walks like she has something to show, 

talks like what comes out of her mouth is truth,

and thinks as if she is the wisest.

Her network isn't quite connected to her life. I guess the girl doesn't know how to cooperate with her system.

Its challenging, not rewarding.

Difficult, not assuring.

During her course of existence offers have been made. 

some accepted, some regretted. 

She hardly ever calls it life.

Because life is simply defined as living. 

Enough said.

Her family tries to understand, or at least it was to her assumption.

"only the good die young" is imaginary.

because in certainty we all die young, once we stop believing.

A teardrop on her guitar her ***. 

she doesn't shed her tears, she sheds her fears. 

she doesn't cry out, she bleeds out.

She doesn't mourn for the fun of it, she mourns for the crazy ****.

She is human for now,  cause humanity doesn't last forever.