She stands in front the mirror,
looking from head to toe.
She stands in front the mirror,
as the tears flow.
Why can't she be pretty?
Why can't she be strong?
Why can't she be the one,
that anyone wants?
She stands in front the mirror,
all broken and alone.
She stands in front the mirror,
hoping for a home.
Just wishing she could,
walk through the glass,
to another relm.
Closing her eyes,
She begins to dream.
A life.
A love.
A hope,
for better it seemed.
She looks up,
and hope something's changed.
Sadly only a broken girl staring,
into the mirror remains.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
She stands in front the mirror,
looking from head to toe.
She stands in front the mirror,
as the tears flow.
Why can't she be pretty?
Why can't she be strong?
Why can't she be the one,
that anyone wants?
She stands in front the mirror,
all broken and alone.
She stands in front the mirror,
hoping for a home.
Just wishing she could,
walk through the glass,
to another relm.
Closing her eyes,
She begins to dream.
A life.
A love.
A hope,
for better it seemed.
She looks up,
and hope something's changed.
Sadly only a broken girl staring,
into the mirror remains.
Just the way I've been feelings lately.
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