I looked into the broken mirror
my smile hiding the pain.
I run a brush through my hair
And then I'm out the door.
On the bus in the early morning
I pretend the day will be great.
I laugh and joke with my friends
And sleep in my classes.
Remembering my mother's high scratchy voice
And the way she yelled at me last night.
I appear to be happy go lucky
And rarely ever not smile.
My days are full of pretending
Secretly afraid of others
Judging, watching, hating me
And who'll hurt me next.
Feeling unloved and very unhappy
My smile hiding the pain.
When I get home
I've already done something wrong
Never perfect enough for my mother.
With insecurities that grow
I looked into the broken mirror
And guess what I see
....I see someone I'm not.
