Her reflection glares right into her eyes. Is she what she’s seeing, or does the mirror lie?

She stares straight back and worries about why. Why she is this person and suddenly begins to cry.

This girl isn’t happy anymore and honestly, is it a surprise? Her eyes grew darker everyday-she lets out a few weeps and sighs.

Society has tortured her, killed her inside, yet she still manages to smile, shielding it away to hide.

She is able to laugh and grin, even when she wants to die-getting up with pain and anger written all over her face she quietly whispers, “I’ve had enough. This is goodbye