After a awful night, she woke up
Staring at a person behind the mirror.
The smile on her lips was absent,
Scars took the place of blushes.
The shine of her face was dull,
She was stocking a person in the parallel universe,
With zero enthusiasm and with infinite dejection.
She was downhearted,
Her own expectations killed her.
After a while, she glanced at her soul
And realised ,
what's more prettier than a beautiful soul.