Pick her up.
Tell her she has fallen, but she doesn't know.
She will say, she is still on her feet.
Shake your head and disagree.
Tell her she is standing in her fall.
Tell her you see what she does not;
That your eyes have what hers do not -
Honesty; A blank honesty.
Tell her she is fallen.
She will laugh but tell her anyway.
Tell her she needs to wake up soon;
For she is becoming her nightmare;
Tell her to salvage you from the torment.
Tell her, for you are punished by this her that is not her.
Tell her..
Tell her, that she does not see herself;
That you do, everyday, and what you see
Neither is the best of her, nor the worst,
But dregs of her;
When all her juice she upturned
Over a stagnant gutter of pretense.
Tell her that you know;
That you know who she tells herself she is;
That you know why she tells herself so.
Tell her its okay; it matters little.
Tell her to no longer mind the lying mirrors.
Tell her to stop, in front of the only mirror that will tell her truth -
Your eyes;
Tell her...
Tell her...."