Reflections

I Look At This Girl Standing Before Me,
Wondering What It Would Be Like,
What Is She Thinking,
What Is Her Story?

Her Feet Are A Mess,
Likes She's Walked For Miles.

Her Legs Are Fragile,
Like They Are Sore.

Her Knees Are Weak,
Like She Has Fallin In Love But He Didn't Pick Her Up.

Her Finger Nails Are Gone,
Like She Picked Off All The Stress.

Her Shoulders Are Slouched,
Like They Held The World Up.

Her Back Is No Longer Straight,
But Hunched With Fear.

Her Mouth Is Frowned,
Like He Has Let Her Down.

Her Eyes Have Dark Circles Under Them,
Like She Hasn't Slept Since He Walked Away.

Her Eyeliner Smudged,
Like All She Has Left Is Tears.

Her Hair Loosely Tied,
Like She Has Given Up.

Yet Again I Look At This Girl Before Me,
And Can Only Wonder,
I Can't Take It Anymore,
I Don't Like What I See.

I Turn My Head,
And Walk Away From My Reflection,
Because Mirrors Don't Lie.

This Is Me,
This Is Not Who I Want To Be,
Look How He Left Me.