Who is that?
That person staring from the shiny surface
Of every item she’s ever seen
The pretty girl, with short brown hair
Her eyes are huge, so curious
You’d never know she was a mess
Fingers sliding down a mirror
Searching for a bit of pink
But her face is perfect
Leaning across a hollow sink
Not one trace of bitter tears
On her face so ivory pale
You’d think her flawless
The girl everyone wants to be
Gliding gracefully through gleaming halls
She’s radiant, due to confidence
But she’s not happy
She’s not free
Her exterior is false
Her broken pieces almost falling apart
She wants to rip through her skin
Tearing, tearing with nails like claws
Her fragile insides fading to dust
Then maybe she could get some rest
Confusion swallows her mind
Coloring her world with icy gray
Filling her with cold dismay
She’s clutching desperately in the fray
Of her own thoughts, so desolate
She’s now a person she’s never met
Her head she grasps between her fists
Her fingers glacial, warmth all gone
Touching her face gives her a shock
Her cheek not cold as she expected
Even in her assumptions she is deceived
She’s wanting love she’s never received
With clouded eyes she looks at the world
Blinded, blinded with despair
A girl, a girl, with beauty fair
Her fingers tap along the table
Oh how she wishes she were able
To be another for a moment
Jealousy nibbles at her heart
Ripping piece by piece apart
She wants a life uncomplicated
Maybe then she won’t be hated
By herself, her only ally
Maybe silent tears she won’t cry
But staring at her face in the shiny kettle
As it merrily bubbles away
She knows there’ll never be a day
If her emotions still hold sway
To just, “Be okayâ€
And never wonder, should I give in to this dismay?
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