My Reflection

I try hard not to look at her, because im afraid the glass will shatter; But if I do look close, I see a girl who’s torn and battered; She’s lost in her emotions, pieces of her heart were thrown and scattered; I see her lonliness and her grief, she needs love not these diasters; I see the scars along her arms, because with each cut it gave her comfort; She’d rather feel her skin bleed then accept that her heart hurts; She’s called a monster for her anger, but her anger is just the surface; If people took to the time to look they’d see a girl, who thinks she has no purpose; The girl that I see doesn’t know how to overcome her pain, so she drowns and she sinks,her pain is like the waves; The girl that I see tries to fight but can’t escape, she’s trapped inside her memories, her past is like a cave; She’s scared to let someone in because she knows that they aren’t safe; The first chance that they get, they will leave and she will break;When I look into the glass, I see her guard struggle to stay maintained; I see her lips began to tremble, but she forces a smile on her face; I look into her eyes because deep down there’s the hurt she cant erase; But she has to leave for school so she ignores her heartache; She reaches for the bathroom light, and I walk out to start my day.