Who is that girl
That one there
With blond hair
With freckles and grey eyes...
Who is she and why does she stare?
There is nothing to look at
Nothing to bare

Who is that girl
She stands there
All tall and proud
But I see the hurt
See the pain
Her eyes are bright but are beginning to dull
Worn out from years of hurt
She only flinches slightly when a voice is raised now
She no longer cowers
At the sight of a belt or other objects
She stands there
Just a little limp
She will smile laugh and cry
But she still wilts a little, a little limp

Who is that girl...
*In the mirror