shattered

they pointed and laughed

she hid her face

covered her ears

but she could still hear

their taunts

their jeers

their whispers

she was imperfect

worthless

disorganized

ugly

fat

she was everything bad

she was nothing good

she broke the mirror that night

crying

‘wont you look at me?

see what youve done?

i try so hard

yet i fail at every turn

cant you see what ive tried and failed to do?

can you see the regret?

the pain?

im afraid

im all alone in my mind

oh cant you see what youve done?

what ive done?’

she hid every day

waiting

waiting for the lie to be discovered

and the shattered mirror to be seen

and the broken soul saved from the shadows.

2.25.12. poem,prose,lit,tired,

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