Looking into the mirror, I see this broken up person.
Begging for someone to come, to help her.
Pleading for someone to notice, she isn't as strong as they think.
I see the fear threaded deep within her eyes.
I can hear through her ears, the anxiety that chokes her.
It is her lips that reflect next, they tell me a story.
A tale of guilt and abandonment.
I continue to stare at this broken up person.
The tears fall like cement from her fearful eyes.
I want to understand her, why is she in so much pain.
She exclaims that nobody knows her, especially not me.
She smiles, I brush the tears off her cheeks.
As she walks away, I finally understand.
The pain comes from the strength that she shows.
It is not strength, she is inflicted by so much pain.
She is empty inside, hardened by so many ugly things.