Who is me
At first, when I looked in the mirror
I saw a girl look back in fear
Her eyes dark brown
Her hair curled blonde
She smiled but I knew something was wrong
Her happiness seemed sheltered
Her hand reached out for help
I didn't hear her scream
Though it was pain through glass I felt
She was covered in words that she had not written
Her skin coated with hate
I could hardly tell what hid beneath that glass mirror pane
She wiped tears from her eyes
and zipped up her disguise
a smile lit across her face
Makeup covered the words once engraved into her skin
She looked stunning in all she was
She looked perfect and content
I kept going back to her deep dark eyes
wondering and wondering what they meant
-the audacity
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