Nobody Cared Taking A Peek

I can see through you. I stared at you for a long time and wondered, "How can you ever be so strong despite the storms you've been through?" 

How can someone tore you apart, but you just stood there without shaking a bit? I have long been wanting to ask, "Who are you?" The real you. The one behind the mask you put on when people have all their eyes on you. The one who wanders through my nightmares and daydreams. 

I can see that you are struggling. I can see your suffering. The innocent face you make when people asks if you are okay. The cute smile you give when they are having doubts of what you are saying. As I listen to all of them, I see you losing your self-esteem. You knew better. You knew they were judging you even before they opened their mouths. You never cared explaining. They only care about their sentiments, their judgments, without knowing the truth firsthand.

I find traces of your face. The familiar cute nose that complements the shape of your face. The angelic face, innocent eyes, and captivating smile, I always miss. Why do you have to pretend that you do not care anything they throw at you? Why all this time you contain the sadness inside? Why do you have to hold on to the thought that you are alone?

My dear, you are I. The answer to all the questions is simply because you are a strong person, a strong independent woman at that. You need no approval from others. You accepted their judgments and made it useful. You care about everything, the curses they threw, the talks behind your back, and everything else. My dear, you carved the good out of the bad. The good and the bad. You knew that the latter will never exist without the former. You never separated them, you opted the excellent one.

What the mirror sees is beyond explaining. What I see in the mirror is beyond the cover-ups of your physical attributes. What I see is the struggling young lady ready to conquer the storms in life without sacrificing the true meaning of her existence.