Here eyes watered with sadness.
Her lip trembled at the thought.
Her fist clenched with fear,
In fear of her own reflection,
As she gazed into the mirror.
Someone would see a beautiful young girl,
But she saw deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper.
She saw....
Through her eyes,
Through the open of her soul.
The broken hearted,
The hurt and depressed,
The lonely girl she had become.
They hadn't hurt her physically,
But through her eyes,
You could see,
They had hurt her.
They had hurt her mentally.
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