Mirror...
the person whom i see in front of me
whom is she?
with twirling brown hair,
light hitting the edges of the mirror just perfectly glistening in her blue eyes,
with half parted red lips, about to tremble
the girl who looks like she's about to cry
scars all over her face, with black surrounding her eyes
faded marks where tears once ran down her face
so clear you could trace the marks with your finger from a mile away
whom is this?
please tell me...
she's so terrifying, yet so calm looking
she just well, beautiful
..but is she?
a tear falls from her eye
as she cries out her pain
waiting for someone to hear her
she's crying because she's beautiful, and she knows it
she doesn't want to be beautiful
but she is..
well, everyone says she is
she's almost perfect
accept for the fact that she's me
