There Is No Place I Cannot Reach You [COMPLETE]

Moment XXVII

I'm staring at the girl in the mirror and trying to see what everyone else says they see.

I see her plain, wide, acne covered face, and I wonder why they called her pretty.

I see her boxy, awkward squash figure and I wonder why they called her skinny.

I see a useless girl, and I wonder why they called her a friend.

I see her fierce emerald eyes, and I wonder how long she's been waiting to let the tears out.