Is it vanity or insanity that has changed my reflection?
Regardless, I feel sick looking in the mirror.
I was never a fan of what I saw,
But what I see is no longer and me.
Trapped within the same skin.
The real Jade is somewhere within.
She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper…
Is it vanity or insanity that has changed my reflection?
Regardless, I feel sick looking in the mirror.
I was never a fan of what I saw,
But what I see is no longer and me.
Trapped within the same skin.
The real Jade is somewhere within.