The Girl

She stares upon the girl, wondering what has become of her, the girl looks her in the eye, as if challenging what went on inside, the girl is stubborn and her soul is dark, but nothing to stain her, not even a mark. She wears her heart on her sleeves, opening up to everyone she meets, only to get her sleeves stained in red, but nothing has she ever said, only her eyes gleaming in tears, but her lips stretch into a smile, except it doesn't touch her eyes, those eyes speak more than the she could hear, she brings all her strength together, and shatters the mirror in screams unheard, wiping hot tears stinging her eyes, she doesn't need the mirror, to see the girl she knows she is, nor the judgements from another, She will live by her will, the troubled little heart she's got, she knows one day will surely get fixed!