Middle of Two Mirrors

The Girl

Waking up after a sleep,
Standing in front of a mirror,
The girl looked at herself,
Into her own eyes.

Taking a lipstick in her hand,
Wearing a gorgeous dress,
She went into the crowd.

So many people,
Not one she could talk to,
She smiled at them, waved at them,
But her inner voice was heard by none.

Exhausted, she rushed to her room,
Removed the fake self she was wearing,
Fell into the bed, removed her glasses,
Then she sat up, clearing her face.
She walked to the mirror,
The girl looked at herself,
Saw what she was hiding,
She walked to the bed, she fell asleep.

The next day, a pleasant morning,
She woke up, she was alone.
She rushed down the stairs, hoping to survive.
She came back to her bed , knowing she couldn't survive.
She was there, trapped in her room,
But her mind was wandering in endless loops.

The pain she felt was new to her,
It made her sit, it made her stand,
It made her sleep, it made her mad.

To calm her mind, she went for a bath.
With a soap in her hand,
Standing in front of the mirror,
The girl looked at herself,
Unsure of what she wanted, she went back to her bed,
Sat quietly though she wanted to cry,
The pain was too much, the headache was severe,
But not a drop of tear was ever seen in her eyes.

Lying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling,
Those thoughts that were killing her inside and out,
It was her thought to forget it all.
But it was her life that was burdened with pain.

Determined to stop, she started reading a book,
Because she could find nothing else to do.
Completing two chapters was so much exhausting,
The things she loved, became her hatred.

She tried to call, but there was none,
She tried to talk, then she was done,
It was then she knew, her presence was felt by none.

The next day, that was the day,
The day when she was finally happy,
The day when she was at peace,
The day she was waiting for.

Being alone, she enjoyed the solitude,
It was what she wanted,
No one was there to look at her,
She could do what she wanted.
She opened her precious box of things,
Took out the thing she preserved for months.

The next day, the final day,
No voices to be heard around,
There she was with something in her hand,
Thirteen scars on her arm,
The floor covered with blood,
When she slept in peace.

Standing in front of the mirror,
The soul looked at herself,
Now she was happy to find peace in herself,
Relieved from the stress, free from the world,
She found the silence that she craved for.

Now there was her shape
Lying in front of the mirror,
With a smile on her face,
There was her soul,
Standing in front of the mirror,
Hoping there be none who would share her happiness.