The Girl In the Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall who do you see looking back at you? I would say to tell the truth but what is the truth really? As you look into my eyes can you honestly say you'd answer back sincerely? And just from a reflection, a mere image can you eat it up and digest the real me? I guess I'm asking way too many questions maybe I should start first. When I look into the mirror I see thunderstorms, I see troops running in dirt trying to make their way home. I see this girl in the mirror and who see's a cracked reflection. Lines going up and down like lighting in the sky. People tell her she's a dime piece but damaged goods she feels like inside. But she still can't figure out why she feels incomplete. Often times she feels obsolete just like empty milk cartons. In this mirror she gets images of herself chasing rainbows and butterflies in empty feilds. And instead of being barefoot she runs in heels. The real her, you'd have to dig down deep for because she conceals it. Almost like little kids burying treasures in the ground for safe keeping. If you find the door please turn it like a faucet and let her leak into you. All her life she's been searching for someone to seep into. Someone willing to soak up all her essense for like a sponge. The girl in the mirror is still searching....