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Look at that young lady in the mirror in front of me

She's as beautiful as can be

Right now all dressed up for her favorite holiday

But still inside the pain doesn't go away

Can you see it I ask?

How this reflection is wearing a mask

Her eyes glissn' as I write

Trying to fight the tears with all her might

But still suprisingly she wears a smile on her face

I can see the case

How this other half in the mirror is becoming a reality

Now I must hide the real me

But it is only when I look really hard

at the reflection in front of me

That I see

How much the inside yearns to come out

Locked in a box where it screams and shouts

This girl in the mirror is such a mess

The way she acts like she's alright you swear she's an actress

I look at this reflection and all I do is cry

For no one see's or cares what is on the inside of her and I don't know why

Author's Notes/Comments: 

On easter I was looking in the mirror and I wrote this poem. I really wish people would give me the time of day and try to understand.

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breanna_shaylee's picture

This poem is breath-takingly beautiful and You have found a way out. Embrace Your writing and let no one tear it down. You will find that it is a true window to Your soul.

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Breanna Shaylee