I have looked over my shoulder
The fear pooling in amounts of sweat I can't begin to collect.
My mind paying tricks on me.
I see a figure
Covered in blood.
Their eyes widened, unable to close.
I take a step back.
Too many times have I felt this.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Memories, playing like a movie.
More like a horror film.
I look back up to the figure.
It is closer now than ever.
I brace myself for what happens.
Too many times have I looked ahead.
Trying to figure out what's going to happen to me.
I look down at my hands,
Covered in crimson red.
I look to the floor.
Two lumps with pools of liquid around them.
My mind and my heart, racing.
The mirror in my line of vision shows something horrifying.
The person who I once was, on the floor.
The person I am now is standing in front of me.
I look to my reflection and smile.
Too many times have I tried to forget.
I tried to forget I am insane.
I am insanely beautiful.
No one can tell me differently.
I know the truth.
Too many times have I tried to tell you.
Too many times, you didn't listen to me say,
"Don't stand in my way."