The Girl In The MIrror.- Old Poem

Look into the mirror
and what do i see
i see a monster with no life
starin straight back at me

who is this girl i ask
staring straight back at me
why is she trapped inside glass
does she want to be set free?

i wonder who she is
she looks so fragile&pale
seems as though people are looking at her
watching her as she fails.

i yell 'who are you?!'
she looks like a lost case,
nothing that we could do,
would put her in the right place.

i start screaming at the mirror,
Telling to let her out,
She wants to break free,
Wants to lead a life without doubt.

I grab my text book,
Through it at the reflection,
I take my final look,
At the girl with so many imperfections.

The mirror is broken,
Shattered like glass,
'Are you gone little girl?'
I silently ask.

My mother comes in,
As i slowly look down,
I want to see her happy,
But she looks at me with a frown.

My mother she screams
She shakes her head
Wishing this was a terrible dream,
Could her little girl be dead?

My mother she stares
At the glass all around,
She slowly sits down;;
There's blood on the ground.

SHe rocks my body,
Covered in blood and scars,
The pieces of the mirror,
Cut deep, a bit too far.

Why isn't mother smiling?
I ask to myself.
I freed a little girl,
See, I'm not thinking about myself.

You always thought i was selfish,
Well now i can finally prove,
That I'm a better person now,
I have nothing left to lose.