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.