The girl inside the mirror

There I stand in front of the mirror
contemplating the reflection I see
At times I thought she was a stranger
But then I realized she was still me
The image I see is of a weary soul
haggard and faint from the weight of the world
On her shoulders she lifted years and eons
Of pain and hurt yet she had to move on
There she was the girl inside the mirror
The shell of the one who once was
The hurt child behind the mask of a villain
Perfecting her evil social stance