She looks at her clear reflection, a picture of perfection.
She hides behind her mask of lace.
A tear slides down her perfect face,
and as she stares her eyes widen in sudden revelation.
She remembers everything: the hello, the love, the goodbye,
but in the end he left her, why?
All the times she wanted to die,
and the thoughts and sobbing for nothing more than a stupid lie.
She turns away from her reflection, ashamed of her sadness.
Her eyes blur with tears of hatred.
The mask no longer seems sacred;
she tears the mask from her face consumed with anger and madness.
Enraged, she hurls a vase at the mirror shattering the glass.
Her anger fades leaving her drained.
She trembles and aches from the pain.
She walks slowly back to the mirror, hours seeming to pass.
She looks up at her broken reflection, no longer perfect.
Her face now bare and her eyes dull.
Her tears begin to dry and lull,
and as she stares her eyes start to gleam as her hope resurrects.