I looked in the mirror.
I didn't recognize what was looking back at me. I rubbed my eyes but the image wasnt any clearer.
She was broken and bruised. Submissive and misused.
Pushed around and cut up.
She was tired of being a **** up.
She had mascara on her face.
She felt like a big disgrace.
She was a sheep in wolf's clothing.
She deep in self loathing.
She quick to give a smile.
She only looked sad once in a while.
She looked whole.
She looked bold.
She looked strong.
Nothing was wrong.

Looks can be deceiving.
They can also leave you grieving.