Reflection
"Will I ever be good enough?" She ask as she stares in the mirror.
Her reflection laughs as it violently shakes it's head no.
"How could you ever expect to be a princess to a prince when your trash!", it replies.
She fights back, "I'm not trash, I'm not!"
Her reflection laughs once more.
"You're a trailer trash whore, raised as a ***** and you'll die as one too".
Tears form in her eyes "It's not true!", she yells.
The tears fall down her cheeks.
"Oh stop your pitiful tears, you weak whore, stop trying to be something when you are clearly nothing".
She breaks the mirror, glass shatters and falls to her feet.
She's alone again, as she once was, and always will be, not even her reflection to console her.
She walks this world with her head held high and her smile shinning bright.
Yet there's a constant battle going on inside and nobody knows.
Broken hearted and tainted mind.
Will she ever be good enough for someone?
Will she ever feel like something to anyone?
Will she ever finally win this battle against herself?
These are the questions that haunt her.
These are the questions left unanswered.
Copyright © Hailey Jay | Year Posted 2012
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