She looked so young,
Frail and naive.
For some, she's fragile,
That's what they perceive.
She was scarred from the inside,
But no one ever knew.
She was good at wearing masks,
Concealing what is true.
She stood there like a statue,
As if ripped off of life.
She struggled so long,
Sick stricken with strife.
She was tired of everything,
She felt like she was dying.
She's holding back the tears,
Though she felt like she was crying.
I felt the loneliness,
As I looked unto her eye.
But I was shocked,
Caught even in a surprise,
For the girl in the mirror,
It was me, it was I.