Inside my Head

Mirrors

What pain awaits
as you look in the mirror.
She's fat and she's ugly,
you'd hate to go near her.
She can't seem to hide,
as much as she tries,
the hurt that lurks 'neath
the depth in her eyes.
She talks herself down
as she lays in her bed
and thinks of the lies
which are stuck in her head.
Her face, cold as ice,
as it stares in your soul,
wishing that hers
could be close to a whole.
You feel hate, maybe pity,
at this shell of a child
who distrusts anyone
that may act all beguiled.
Then wonder what happened
to break her so badly
that love and affection
cause pain all too sadly.
Try as you might
to just love who she was,
bitterness laces
the things that she does.
And still, you are left
with this ugly reflection
wishing, for once,
there's a different reaction.