Mirror, Mirror On the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Please tell me who is the real me of them all? Is she the girl who dreamt of her knight in shining armor? And a happy ever after? Or the one who was a victim of abuse, and survived. Fought her way to stay alive. Perhaps the divorced, single mum? Who struggles on her own? Breaking flesh and bone to build herself a home? Maybe the visionary teacher? Who wants her kids to succeed? Even if she had to ignore her own needs. Can you give her a clear explanation, Where she is heading to, and her destination? The uncertainty drives her mad. Especially when she is alone and has no one to phone. No lover, to warm her bed, No companion, to rest her head. No confidant, to share her fears. No one, to dry her tears. When you look at her reflection? Do you also see her imperfections? Can you see her broken soul? That she tries to make whole. What about all the rejections? Can you fix her with an injection? Mirror, mirror on the wall, Is she just not also human after all?