Looking at my reflection
I barely know who I am anymore
I see my eyes
Brown, blue, green, grey
Not even my eyes stay the same color
Always changing
My hair as well colored differently in the light
Red, blonde, brown
Small, and teased for it
Barely over 5 feet tall
I stand tall, but still I feel weak
tanned skin from hours
walking aimlessly in the bright sunlight
Small, weak, insignificant, ugly
I glare at my reflection
A broken girl
With scars deep inside
A single tear falls
drip
Onto the counter
weak
I think
stupid girl with your stupid emotions
you know where that gets you
The bottom of the food chain in high school
Annoying, weird, not worth my time
words flung at me in the hall
My reflection breaks
who is this broken girl?
With the dark circles under her eyes
does she ever sleep?
She's so thin, does she eat?
The scars on her, what are they from?
Countless on her wrists
Some on her legs
One right on her eyebrow
what has she been though?
She has been through both heaven and hell
To reach where she is today
She straightens her spine
She is small but she is strong
She is annoying to some
But at least she's being herself
She may have trouble sleeping at night
But that doesn't stop her from moving on
From fighting
She may deal with incurable headaches
Or fighting at home
But she keeps going
She is strong
She will not let anyone tell her
Anything else