As I stare into the mirror
Her face scrunched up
Is she disgusted
Sad
Does she know that I am
Waiting for happiness too
Does she know that I am
Trying to hide as well
I try to relate as I am
Reaching forward to comfort her
My hand
Meeting glass
My eyes
Grey
As I stare into
the mirror
A girl of greatness
Who knows herself so
It is a common occurrence
Utterly unassured of her status
Is the first to fall from her pedestal
And the last to admit her fault
For she knows herself not
A girl of weakness

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