MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL updated
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I stare at a reflection that once held the pain of a broken spirit.
Collapsed inside themselves, where light had ceased to exist,
where regrets once held a smile captive, and the thought of truly loving who they are seemed like the hardest thing to do.
I could recall how they accepted the agony of defeat—submitting to the harsh realities of life and never seeing their story ending with a
“Happily Ever After.”
I could remember their insecurities, low self-esteem, and discarded dreams, as if to tell themselves they were meant to be nothing more than what they are.
How their permanent scars have now been left as a reminder that they have made too many mistakes to ever bounce back from a world that's not made of rubber.
However, here they stand, bold and undefeated,
confident despite being mistreated,
no longer looking at life as if a smile could never be recycled, joy could never be regained, and scars viewed as survival stories waiting to be told.
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