Who Am I?

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the luckiest girl of all?
Is it the girl who always has
A perfect smile on her face,
And can’t help but base her happiness
On how much she weighs?
Or is it the girl who lives a life
Of darkness, loneliness, and pain?
Who never knew quite where she belonged
And just got misplaced?
Is it the girl who’s done no wrong
Except be friendly and get straight A’s?
The one no one notices
Until she gets in their way?
Or is it the girl with all the guys,
Gives them what they want
And then gets thrown aside.

Well surely it must be the first girl
Cause she’s what every girl wants to be:
Beautiful and thin,
The exact opposite of me.
Or maybe it’s the second girl
Cause of what she doesn’t have to deal with.
Everyone always criticizing her
And making her something she isn’t.
Or maybe it’s the third girl.
The one who lives life right.
She gets good grades and has her friends.
Not too much to worry about otherwise.
What about the other girl?
The one who has all the guys?
Surely she must feel loved
And have a great sense of pride.

Just then the mirror looked back at me
And said in a sad reply,
“Not a single one of these girls are lucky
And surely you must know why”

The first girl may seem perfect
But really she’s not even close.
She hides her pain behind
Her friends, make up , and clothes.
The second girl lives in a world of hurt
And doesn’t know how to stop her tears.
Deep inside lies a broken soul
And echos cries no one can hear.
Yes the third girl has done well
And you’d think she’s happy by just a glance.
But you can’t possibly understand her loneliness.
All she wants is a friend
But no one will give her a chance.
The final girl is far from lucky.
Even though she does get
The boy’s attention and drooling stares,
She just wants someone to hold her close
And tell her that they care.

I had no idea what they were going through.
Their self-doubt, anger, and pain.
Now I see things through their eyes.
Never again will I be the same.
But still I’m confused.
I’m not like any of these girls,
And I want to know why.
Why am I different?
Who exactly am I?

The mirror spoke softly
As if it’s words would sting,
“You’re not any of these girls.
You’re a little of each of them.
You are the reflection of me.”

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