The Girl I See

That girl I see,
Why does she stare?
No matter what I do
She's always standing there

Her hair is messy,
Though she doesn't seem to care
Her eyes are empty,
They hold no glow or flare

There are stains from tears
That continue to fall
Her cheeks are red,
Yet she's pale as a doll

I must turn away,
It's too much to bare
But every time I look in my mirror,
She still continues to stare...