I looked into the mirror and I wasn't at all surprised at what I had seen it was this ugly scared quiet naked girl my own perception of me. She stared at me as though she saw straight through my soul. Her tears fell and I felt obligated to catch them. I ducked and dived and caught as much as I could. Feeling defeated I sat quietly with watery eyes and a bruised heart I wanted to help this girl but I couldn't. She screamed and the tears came running down my face. I wanted to speak but my mouth uttered no words, my tongue was frozen and it laid heavy in my hot mouth but refused to be Thawed out. I just wanted to grab her and comfort her and give her the tools she needed to be successful but she was on the other side of the mirror refusing to be touched feeling vulnerable and unappreciated. I can see sorrow in her eyes, and hear defeat in her voice. She held a knife in her hand and looked as if she was going to end her life I yelled "stooooooppp please don't do it " But she proceeded anyways the knife quickly turned into a make up brush and I stood bewildered as she painted herself a new face and put on a freshly iron suit. "Who are you" I asked with a shaky voice she looked into the mirror and said can't you see I am simply just a reflection YOU.
