She’s a poor, wounded soul

you can’t make her whole

To early she’s grown old

her story would make you cold

Anxiety is what makes her tick

each day a new wall built, brick by brick

Your priviledged if she lets you in

a momentary glance of what she holds within

Cherish anything she shares willingly

but you’ll never know, her, not entirely

Planning her swan song daily

while smiling at some, gaily

It's funny
They say that mirrors reflect you
But do they really?

Mirrors don't show how nice you are
Or how caring 
Or trustworthy 
Or how understanding 

They don't reflect your favorite songs
Or movies or books or tv shows

They don't reflect your hopes 
Your dreams
Your aspirations 


They don't reflect the things that make you
You

Instead,all they show are mere flaws

Mirrors show the 'too-fat' you
Or the 'too-ugly' you
Or the 'not-good-enough' you
Instead of the real you
Which can't be seen

I understand why people don't like their reflections 
It shows what they think are flaws
Instead of who they really are 

So maybe,
If mirrors reflected personalities
Instead of looks,
Fewer people would hate their reflections