From Mirrors I See

In front of me stood nothing but a little girl; Pale white skin, fake smiles and broken brown eyes Rosy cheeks, long black hair with her head held high. Baggy sweaters she wears to hind herself; Like a ghost, here yet so invisible to the world. At my lingering gaze her fake smile breaks; A small tears turns to a sobbing mess. I wiped the tears that had dropped down my face; I ran my hand over the cold mirror surface And turned away as I remembered that little girl is me