I looked into my mirror.
My reflection looked back at me.
I put on my make-up
But my reflection did not.
I smiled at myself.
My reflection wore a frown.
I covered up my scars.
My reflection revealed them.
I laughed at my self.
I told myself I was pretty.
My reflection cried.
And said I was ugly.
I left my mirror that day.
And went to school.
For I was now scarred...
That My Mirror might spill the truth.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
I looked into my mirror.
My reflection looked back at me.
I put on my make-up
But my reflection did not.
I smiled at myself.
My reflection wore a frown.
I covered up my scars.
My reflection revealed them.
I laughed at my self.
I told myself I was pretty.
My reflection cried.
And said I was ugly.
I left my mirror that day.
And went to school.
For I was now scarred...
That My Mirror might spill the truth.
