One day I held up a mirror to myself.
Reflected myself.

What did I see?
What do I see?

Small female.
Brown hair.
Slim figure.
Green eyes.

One day I've seen the fire.
I've looked squarely in my eyes.

I see fire.
Blazing.

Inside.
Fatal.

One day the flames will reach up into the sky.
Burn down everything around.

Smashed.
Broken.
Destroyed.
Ruined.

Oddly.
Bizarre.
Grotesque.
Familiar.

What will be left?
What will remain?

Dashed hopes.
Shattered illusions.
Devastation.
Lonely me.