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I look in the mirror

and try to understand what I see.

I see a sad-looking girl

staring back at me.

I look deep into her sad eyes

trying to understand WHY she is sad.

Then I see and understand

and it makes me really mad.

Why is this girl treated so poorly?

Why is she treated like dirt?

She's kind of pretty, and has a lot to offer

so why is she being so hurt?

And then I realize this sad girl

is really someone I know very well.

She is me, and what she feels, I feel.

And why we are treated so poorly, only others can tell.

But now I have to ask "why?"

Because as I look into the mirror

I silently start to cry, and I wonder when people will learn,

what I learned from the girl in the mirror.