You’re a flower that unknowingly rooted itself in my lungs and with each breath your roots grow.
Slowly choking out every last part of innocence left.
Spreading and cultivating like a disease.
You go undetected for so long, but that’s because your camouflage is better than most
For when I look at you all I see
Is a reflection of somebody sick and struggling to be
For the mirrors that cover you are really how life is perceived.