My Reflection****

She stands before the mirror
And looks into the glass
The make-up that she wears hides her secrets
From the past
The way shes been abused
Is why she cant decide
Should she end it all now or keep it all in side
She sees the picture in her mind
The worst is saved for last
she looks down at her fisted hand and
thrusts it through the glass.

*written by my friend emma huh, shes heaps good at writing poems. so please comment or vote, thanx*