She

She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is. A beautiful, bubbly little girl. Heart opened to the world, trusting everyone who inhabits it. The corners of her mouth turned upward, her cheeks tinted pink. She looks at her mirror image and laughs, sticking out her tongue and scrunching up her face. She goes to bed. She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is. A brilliant, creative young girl. Her face is laced with imperfections, but her mom told her no one is perfect. Her smile is crooked, her eyebrows are hard to see, and her face is covered in little red demons. She looks at her mirror image and smiles anyway, not caring about her appearance. She goes to bed. She looks into the mirror, and sees what she is told. An unattractive, bland girl. Her face has countless flaws, but everyone else looks perfect. Her smile is crooked, her face is chubby, her acne has taken over, and her eyebrows aren't slim. She looks at her mirror image with a ghost of a smile, doubt showing through her eyes. She pushes them away and she goes to bed. She looks in the mirror, and sees what she thinks is there. A fat, ugly teen girl. Body littered with the unattractiveness that defines her existence. Her heart's shield has come up, preventing the hurt she knows will come. She looks at her mirror image, mouth pinched in disgust. Hugging her pillow tightly, she goes to bed. She looks in the mirror, and sees what she's certain is there. An unloved husk of a human being. Her mind now resembles her body, scarred from her own criticism. Her heart is cracked, her soul broken, her mind tired. She looks at her mirror image with a huge smile on her face, knowing it will be her last. She lets go of her life and for the first time in a long time, She happily goes to bed. I recently found this poem that I had written. I had written it when I was 13 years old...