Mirror mirror on the wall, f*ck you. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I wish it wasn't. The first time my step-dad raped me, I prayed for God to save me … he never came. Instead, my savior came in the form of a Priest. For years we've done God's bidding. Blood coats our hands and souls, devilish deeds done in the Lord's name. But changes are coming and our time is running out. I'm not sure I'm ready, Not sure I can face the man in the mirror when the mask comes off. I'm drowning in the uncertainty of the future. I need someone to save me. I need them. Contains mature themes.