There she is, four feet away
The broken girl with the tapped smile
The one who only wears long-sleeves.
The one who hides her emotions.
The one who fears to cry.
The one who fears to be weak.
The one who fears her own mind.
The girl, the broken one, she, who dares not speak or show of what she is feeling.
Her! The one that has secrets hidden under her sleeves.
Her! The one that calls herself ugly, fat, worthless, stupid.
Yes her! Do you see her now? Look at her.
She moves when you do, mimicking every move and breath.
Oh.
No.
I have been looking at my reflection for too long...again.
This is a part of me which know one knows about. The irony, I can share my secrets with strangers but not with the people I love.